Date: Tue, 30 May 2023 22:30:46 +0000
From: CraigsMyth <1craigs.mith@proton.me>
Subject: The Pervy Neighbor (adult-youth)

This story is an original work of fiction, none of the people or events are
real. Nothing is real but a story of fictional people doing fictional
things to each other. Keep fun afloat by donating.

Donate here: https://donate.nifty.org/

We live in the country. I am homeschooled. It's okay. My name is Andre
and I get bored sometimes. I'm fifteen and have a job at the store, so
that's both cool and a bother. My parents have to drive me around a lot,
but that's what they signed up when they had kids. I hang out with my
older Bro a lot, but he's off to college in a couple of days. My little
sister is also okay, but i get tired of dolls and frills and all that.

So we get invited to the anual party. Coffee, cake, meet the neighbors.
Sounds pretty lame, but at least I am getting out of the house. The
nieghbors are mostly old flabby people. There are a couple of Menonite
boys, twelve and ten. No one else my age, which pretty much sucks.

Anyway, this one guy, he brings a drone to the party. He let the kids fly
it. I think it would be kind of fun to try. But I have to ask, cause it
looked like I would miss out.

So I man up, and walk over to the three of them. "Can I give it a try?"

"Nope." The guy says with a little smile on his face. He has salt and
pepper hair and is a little taller than me and some wrinkles. "Manny and
Joe are just about done. Until you and me are on a first name basis, that
is."

"Oh. Sorry." I reply, "I'm Andre."

"Good to meet you Andre. I'm Lawrence Von Gurten the third." He adds with
a wink and a smile, "But you can call me Larry."

The drone controller starts to beep, "Cool Manny. You were bringing it
back before it ran out of juice. Land that sucker."

The sandy haired freckle faced boy had a cheerful face as he brought the
drone down and landed prefectly on the circle landing pad.

Larry changes out the battery and hands me the controller. He smiles and
says, "So Andre. You can fly. But as you fly, you have to talk."

"Sure. Sounds like a deal." I reply. He gives me a few pointers and the
drone takes off.

"So I have a lot of time on my hands, I'm homeschooled and work a little.
Nothing really much happens. Especially in the summer." I say as the
drone moves over the cow pasture.

"That sounds boring alright. Can you tell me something exciting then?"
Larry seems a straight shooter. I relax a little. The drone responds to
my moves and I bring it back towards us to do a fly over. It's pretty
high.

"I guess. Me and my brother go to Lancing and swim sometimes. Once we
went skinny dipping and got caught."

"Lancing?"

"Yeah. It's a little lake a couple miles up the road. Everyone knows
Lancing."

"I just moved here from San Diego, so I don't know much about the area."

"That makes sense. So we have bears go through the yard and eat all our
fruit, but  that's not really exciting."

"Who caught you?"

"Huh?"

"When you and your brother were swimming?"

"Oh." I clue in, "We were ignoring our school work on a school day and
the place was completely empty. Will came up with idea that we should try
skinny dipping, and I just did what I was told. This was a couple years
ago, so I my junk was really small. I don't care either. So we threw our
trunks on the shore. We were goofing off having a good swim and a bus
pulled into the parkinglot. The kids got off really fast. By the time we
made it to our trunks, the whole third grade saw us. The teacher got a
story from all the other kids. She was going to make a big deal about it,
but Will took her into the bushes and she made him show her his weenie.
The class got to see it, so she wanted to see it to. She never asked to
see mine though. That's it. Then we went home on our bikes."

"That was a pretty good story. I would like to check out this Lancing
lake."

"Yeah. It's free to go there." I say.

We talk a bit more and the drone runs out of battery so I land. We talk
at the picnic a bit more and then go back home. Our house is pretty big
compared to the neighbors run down house.  A couple days pass. I work a
few shifts and finish up my schooling well ahead of I was supposed to.

I wake up late and the sun shines in my window. I have nothing to do all
day. I want my life to not suck all the time. I think Lancing lake would
be fun. I had the house to myself. Will left looking for an apartment.
Katie, my sister, is off at a sleep over and the parents are locked in
their offices working. I hope some people are at the lake. I would chance
it anyway. Worse thing that could happen, I have to come home without a
swim. I take off my underwear and stroll to the shower. It feels
dangerous. There is no danger. I heard Mom talk about her big all day
meeting and Dad never ventures out of his office once his door is closed.

I leave the bathroom door open as I go through the morning routine. I
ususally jack off at night, but the not very risky walk to the bathroom
has me boned up. I grab my phone and decide, why not. I snap some
selfies. After I had taken about a dozen pics, I open my gallery and
check them out. I think, at fifteen, I look hot. I have chiselled abs, am
close to getting to six feet tall and my want bends a little to the left.
It's not cut, and my balls are big enough to cause me problems at the gym
or when I play contact sports. All told, the downstairs was good, the
upstairs too. I got a bit of hairy armpits that match my pubes. I think I
might trimming some day. My mop of brown hair sits on my head and my
blazing blue eyes always get a lot of remarks. I lock my pics in my
vault, in case the parents ever go snooping in the phone. They never do,
but better safe than sorry.

In the shower I decide to go to the lake. Going to the kitchen was pretty
risky, but I felt good without clothes. I return to my room and pull on
some textiles. I start off with a speedo and then some regular bright red
shorts and top it off with a pinkish tee.

The sun and the pedalling got me hot and I pull my shirt off. The trees
shade the lake a little and took a sip from my water bottle. A beat up
car sits in the parking lot. I smile. Swimming by yourself is one our
families unbreakable rules. One of Dad's friends drown by himself one
time. He tells the story every year.

So I wind the bike down the trail to the lake. There's a couple of old
people fishing off the dock. I smile and wave. They wave back. I take off
my shorts and the speedo grips everything just as it should. I had to
think twice about the speedo. If I get boned up, my boy pops out
potentially causing me quite a bit of embarrassment. I didn't think there
would be a danger of that today.

The water is cold. I felt everything try to climb back inside. I swim
accross. The lake is only a couple hundred feet accross. I see a shape of
a person get to the beach. I swim back. As I get close to the shore, I
pull my head out of the water to see he's naked. I look over to the dock
and it's empty. Oh well. I seen many naked people before. No biggee.

I climb out to the shore, cold and recognize it's that neighbor from San
Diego. What is his name now?

I play it really cool. "Hey." I say.

"Woah. I never expected you to be here." he replies and grabs for his
shorts

My mind finds the lost piece, "Larry. What are you doing here?"

"Sorry. I thought I was alone. I wasn't really paying attention." His
face turns pink as he tries to put his shorts on. He has a really small
package and shaves his balls but left a little bit of hair on the top.
It's pretty obvious.

"Don't worry about it. I seen naked dudes before." I hear myself say.

"Really?" Larry takes them back off below his knees, "I just don't want
to freak anyone out. I guess I can't really hide it anymore. I'm a
nudist. I just hate clothes.

"Yah. I could tell. No tan line. One sec" I say. I go grab my towel and
put it down on the rocky little beach beside him. So here I am beside a
naked old guy. Comparing ourselves, I really look hot.

We talk. He came from San Diego after a broken relationship. I didn't
pry. He was just a lonesome old fart and I liked his stories. He was an
adventurer. He had a ship he sailed through the Panama Canal, spent some
time with some assasins for hire and really interesting people.

"Hey listen Andre," he says, "I have to go swim and cool off. I'm baking.
Wanna come?"

"Sure. I'm just going to ditch the speedo and hope that there's no bus
filled with kids again." I say. The idea of skinny dipping is always cool
with me, even with our one little escapade. I drop my speedos and watch
to see if Larry reacts. I catch him stealing a glance. He turns and runs
into the lake. I follow.

I wade in far enough to dive in. I hate it when my junk gets cold and
wet, it makes me be the hundred percent opposit of horny. I dive in and
the water splooshes it's way around my goods. It is cold. That's bad. The
water lets my boys flounce around. That's good. It's not hornifying or
anything.

"Let's go in. I'm cold." Larry says.

"We can." I reply, "You never even lasted ten minutes."

"I'm old and cold."

I laugh. We get out. I can tell that my body is making Larry
uncomfortable. Maybe he's gay? I am not sure about him. At all. I like
it. It makes me feel powerful. Normally when I change with the boys, they
look and most don't care. It's not like I flaunt it really, or I am drawn
to the gays. We go to our towels. I dry off. My size doesn't shrivel as
much as I thought it would. Larry seems to be shielding himself from me.

I am having fun and decide to push it a little, "You got a boner Larry."
I didn't actually see it, I am just guessing.

"Well, these things happen." He replies.

I laugh. Partly because now I feel really powerful. I also feel kind of
embarrased for him and at the same time I feel a little mean, "So you are
gay then?" I just come out and ask.

"I don't believe in labels."

"Well, okay. I didn't mean to pry. But, Larry. I already saw your thing.
What difference is soft and hard?"

"Andre, you surprise me by being so open." Larry says and let his towel
slide and he turns. He is a grower, not a shower, like me. He has a bit
of a gut and flat ass. His wood didn't quite stand up high and his pubes
are beginning to grey also.

"My family encourages us to be open and not judge." I say.

I hear the motor before Larry. I reach down and put my speedos back on
and Larry finds his modest bathing suit. We sat back down, the excitement
faded. I wasn't going to fan any flames or my boy would pop right out.
The car turns out to be a bunch of kids. They were a friendly bunch, we
smoke a bit of weed and they invite me to a party. Some girls look cute.
Larry went home and I did too.

Larry gave me quite a bit to think about. How my body could light his
fire even though we were so different. That night I announce that I am
going to try being a nudist.

My mom replies, "You mean more than you already are?"

I guess my modesty is pretty low.