Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2015 15:19:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nudist Neighbor

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I was hiding in the bushes and peeking through windows. This wasn't a habit
of mine. In fact, I had never done it before.

I was visiting family, and I wound up surrounded by younger kids playing
hide and seek in a big yard. It was the kind of yard that multiple houses
shared, no fences or lines, just sort of like living next to a big park.

This was the second day of a week-long visit during the summer, and I was
stuck between boring older relatives and a bunch of screaming brats. I had
spent most of the time so far just watching TV or walking around the
neighborhood. The neighborhood was boring, but I wasn't supposed to leave
the block.

So finally I agreed to join in one of these huge games of hide and seek
with the little kids, figuring I could just hide for a while. I was
probably out of bounds, but I ended up crouched next to some shrubs by a
neighbor's house. I realized there was a row of tall shrubs and some space
between them and the house. I sat down with my back against the side of the
house, and I was totally hidden. I could hear all the kids on the other
side of the big lawn.

Then I heard a big truck drive up and park in front of the house. A guy got
out, walked into the house, and I saw him step in, close the door behind
him, kick off his shoes, pull of his socks, toss them on the floor, pull
his shirt up over his head, unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and slide
them and his boxers down his legs, step out of his clothes, and stand there
bare-ass naked like he was about to get into the shower.

I was surprised. I was staring. I looked around to see if anybody could see
me looking in.

I was secluded, so I looked back in. Let's just say I was at that age where
the human body and nudity were very interesting to me. I'm still at that
phase now, too, but I was then.

Figuring that he was probably just headed straight for the shower, I was
surprised when he just stood there. He stretched and yawned. His muscles
flexed. He had big arms, and muscular thighs.

His dick was just normal. I'd seen dicks before, and I'd seen my own in the
mirror. Still, it was exciting to see his. He had a lot of hair, too, a
hairy chest and legs, and his arms were hairy. I never really noticed how
arm hair got longer on guys.

Then he just walked around his house. He got a drink. He peed with the door
open. He was on the phone for a minute. He opened his mail and turned on
the TV.

All while naked!

I was fascinated, I guess. Then I watched him go out the back door, and I
looked to the side of the house and saw a high wall, like around a patio or
something. I stepped around like a spy, pushed myself up on a low branch,
and poked my head up over the wall, and heard the branch snap off under me.

He heard it, too, and looked up at me, obviously dangling off the side of
the wall and scraping my sneakers to try to step up.

"Oh, hi," I said, casually, calmly, embarrassed. He just stared up, a
little angry and maybe a little confused too.

I scrambled one leg up, and confidently straddled his patio wall, catching
my breath.

He asked me what the hell I was doing, if I was alone, who I was. I
explained and apologized and introduced myself. He was annoyed, but pushed
a stool over for me to climb down safely.

I stood in his walled patio with some plants and chairs and a table. He was
naked. I watched him climb up the stool and peek over at the damage I had
done to his tree. I stopped myself from laughing, although I thought it
looked funny.

He climbed down and said "You wait here." He went inside and came back out
wearing a robe. He told me that I should be in a lot of trouble for being a
Peeping Tom.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Well, I don't want to turn this into a big thing," he
said. "Just promise you won't do it again."

Then his doorbell rang. He told me to wait. He went through the house to
the front door, answered it wearing a robe and nothing else beneath, and
paid for the pizza he had ordered.

He brought it back to the patio and set it on the table.

"Cool, can I have some?" I brazenly asked. "No." he answered. "You're going
to get out of here and don't come back and don't go blabbing to anybody."

"You mean about you being naked?"

"Yeah, let's just keep this between you
and me, and it'll be a lot easier for everybody."

"I wouldn't tell anybody. I didn't really mean to be looking. Are you a
nudist?"

"Yes, now you can go home."

"All the time?"

"Yes, now why don't you get back to your game?"

"Like when I go are you going to sit out here naked?"

"Yes, I normally don't
have anybody climbing the walls to watch me."

I finally agreed to go and opened his gate and walked out and through the
privacy hedge. I imagined him taking off his robe. I pictured him doing all
kinds of naked stuff.

I went back to my fun vacation, and I wasn't missed at all. I could
probably wander off and try to find something cool to do.

Instead I just went back to the couch I was staying on for a week and my
suitcase in the corner of the room.

I was fascinated. I took a long walk. There was nothing to do and nobody
around. I made my way back to the cul de sac and crossed the big shared
lawn.

I looked around. Nobody was around. I went back to that neighbor's back
gate and knocked.

"Who's that?" he asked. "It's me again," I responded.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Can I come in?"

"No!"

"I didn't tell anybody. Can I just come hang out here?"

There was no answer. I couldn't tell what he was doing. Finally, the gate
opened. He stood there, still naked. He looked the same. I kind of thought
he might look different, like he'd be wearing a different nothing.

"You can help me with something," he said. He had a box out there, and I
remembered bumping against it before.

He opened it up, and it was a big hammock. I pictured it being a regular
rope hammock and it being funny with him naked, but it wasn't like that.
The fabric was like a soft sheet, kind of like a tent. It was pretty big,
too, so he needed me to help hold it up in place so he could see how to set
it up.

We finally secured it, and it looked good. I was envious that he had this
cool, private backyard space to eat pizza naked in and now to relax in a
hammock too.

"Can I try it?" I asked, barely a second before he finished.

I was surprised when he answered, "Yeah, you try it out in case it falls
apart."

I gingerly sat and then cautiously leaned back. It stayed up fine as I put
my feet up and leaned all the way back. He told me to get up so he could
try, and we switched places.

As he leaned back into his new hammock, I stood and watched. His dick
flopped back and rested to the side. I noticed how sweaty I was, and I
pulled up the bottom of my T-shirt to wipe my face. I noticed him watching
my bare stomach.

I asked, "Is it weird for you to be naked when you're the only one
naked?"

He answered, "No, I go to a lot of clothing-optional places where sometimes
people don't get totally nude."

I started picturing what that would be like. He was just lying there,
staring at me. He was kind of like a big slab of naked guy on display.

A breeze blew through. I lifted the back of my shirt to let the air flow in
on my sweaty back, and it felt good. I noticed him washing his hand over
his bare skin. He said, "Feels good."

I said, "What would you do if I took my shirt off?"

He said, "You should probably just get out of here, kid. Thanks for the
help, though."

I stared at him, not saying anything. I pulled my shirt over my head and
immediately felt the warm sun and the cool breeze. His eyes glanced over my
chest and then back up at me.

"Why don't you get going, okay?" he said. I paused and then kicked my
sneakers off. He watched. I undid the button on my jeans. He looked down
and then up at me again.

I looked down at my zipper and slowly brought my hands together at them.
When I looked up, he was looking down then his eyes met mine. We kept them
locked while I unzipped and then slid my jeans off, grabbing my socks on
the way, and then standing in just my white briefs in front of him.

We didn't even know each other's name. I stood up straight and felt more of
the hot sun and looked as his eyes trailed down to see.

We looked at each other for like 30 seconds of silence. He said, "What are
you going to do now?"

I looked back at him. I watched him shuffle in his hammock and swinging
gently from the movement. He said, "Maybe you should go."

I looked around at the high walls and the trees behind them. I felt my skin
warm to the sun. I saw the one cloud in the sky. I looked down at my
underwear and quickly shucked them off and set them on top of my pile of
clothes.

I looked down at my naked body. I was pale and smooth and soft. I looked up
at him. He was just looking, not smiling or saying anything. He was just
letting me do what I was doing.

"Do me a favor," he said. I looked in surprise. I thought maybe he was
going to yell at me or call me some dumb kid. "Grab that watering can, go
inside and fill it with water, and water the plants."

I stood in silence and frozen. I looked down at it and then reached for it
and then looked back at him. Without saying anything, I walked to his patio
door and stepped through, walked naked and flopping through his living room
to his kitchen, filled the water can with water, and walked back out.

I held it and looked at him. He glanced back at me, over his shoulder, and
nodded at the first of several potted plants around the patio.

I walked around to each one, pouring a bit of water, and I glanced back to
see him looking at my naked butt. I went back to watering, thinking about
my butt and wondering if it looked good. For the last few plants, I flexed
a little and held my stomach in and my shoulders wide.

I set the can down. We looked at each other. I didn't know what to do
next. I didn't know what to say.

"Can I try the hammock?" I asked. I figured maybe he'd give me a chance to
use it and watch him strut around nude.

He waved and said, "Go ahead." He didn't get up, though. I'm sometimes a
little slow to get things, but I understood what he was saying. I walked up
to him and started to sit down next to him in the hammock.

I was unsure of myself. I was a little overwhelmed by the situation. I
ended up sitting down and leaning back, facing him, and we started to swing
a little. We were head to toe, our naked bodies grazing against each
other. My feet were at his bicep, and he lifted his arm around it, so my
feet were basically in his armpit.

I felt his fuzzy, furry legs at my side, and the side of my butt was just
almost next to the side of his butt. We looked at each other. He lifted his
other arm. He pressed his fingers against the wall and pushed off, gently.

We rocked a little.

After a bit, he said, "Is this what you wanted?"

I nodded and kind of shrugged my shoulders.

He said, "Now do you want to get dressed and go?"

"No, can I stay?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, is this okay?"

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

I really thought about it. I felt the warm sun on my bare flesh. I felt him
beside me. I looked at his body and at mine. I felt the hammock hold me and
swing us. I nodded my head yes.

So we just stayed there for a while, naked and side by side and rocking.

Then, with his arm still around my feet, he held them and moved them to the
side, away from him, and then he held his hands on them. He patted them on
the top and grazed his hand up my ankle to the bit of soft, light hair I
had on my legs.

I was positioned a little weird against his feet, next to my shoulder, so I
tried putting my arm around them and ended up kind of side-hugging his
ankles. The bottoms of his feet were against my thin biceps, his heel was
in my armpit.

Then he started rubbing my feet, and it felt good. As he did it, he again
ran his hand up my leg, and I wondered what it would feel like to feel his
hairy leg.

It was against my side, so I just reached my other arm over and stroked his
leg. It felt firm underneath but soft on the top. I laid my hand on the
angle of his knee, and I felt his calf muscle.

"Not bad, huh?" he asked as he flexed it. "Let me see yours?" He reached up
and squeezed as I presented my leg. His hand stayed under my knee.

I rolled to the side, towards him, and my dick rested against his hip. I
froze again, and I slowly repositioned my body and reached down to move my
dick back into position, and I instinctively pulled my balls out from
between my legs.

We just stared at each other through all of this.

Then he leaned back and closed his eyes. I watched his face and watched as
his hand grazed over his hairy chest and down his abdomen and down to his
balls, and he pulled them out and spread his legs.

I stared at his body. I felt my dick slowly get fuller and fuller. I got a
little worried.

I looked over and his was doing the same until it finally bobbed up and
pointed at his chin. I watched as he reached down and held it. Then he
tugged on it a couple times and rested his hands on his chest.

I kept staring. Then he opened his eyes. At first, he was looking up at the
sky. Then he glanced down again at me and my dick.

I didn't know what to do or say. We were both hard, though. I watched as he
slowly moved one hand down and held his dick in it. Then he looked back
again at me and my dick.

I reached down and held my dick in my hand. It was suddenly so hot. I felt
flushed. I felt thirsty.

I noticed his hand kind of wiggle and the head of his dick kind of pop out
and up, like he was just kind of squeezing. I realized I was doing the
same, kind of pulsing on my cock. I grazed my wrapped fingers back and
forth just barely.

He did the same. Then we slowly started tugging longer and harder, slow
strokes down the lengths of our cocks. I felt the tip tingle with a dab of
goo. I looked over at him, and he was tickling his balls with the fingers
that were wrapped around his dick. I reached my other hand down to mirror
him, and I held my ball sack while I stroked forward and back over my dick
head.

His other hand reached out and rested on my inner thigh, and I immediately
put my left hand between his legs. His fingers explored closer and tickled
my nuts. I looked up at him, and he looked down at his crotch.

My hand explored up his leg to his big, manly balls. I held them and felt
his balls as he opened his thighs wider to welcome me in.

His touch made me so excited. I started jerking, outright and openly and
quickly. I watched him watch me as I yanked on my hard dick and oozed out
onto my fingers and down to my belly.

He moaned out as I did it, and I looked over at his body as he closed his
eyes. His balls were in my hand, and I rolled them through my fingers while
I enjoyed the sight of him thrusting his knees out and his hips up and
shooting jets of jizz up onto his hairy chest and arms.

He whispered "aww, yeah, oh yeah" and grunted as we swayed.

Then we just looked at each other, smiling.

We stayed there and let the sun bake it in.