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[TeenFan]

My New Neighbors
Chapter 1. Making a Move


It's a real pain in the ass to move to a new neighborhood. It's worse having to change schools after one year in high school. The new house is in
a safer neighborhood that's supposed to have better schools. That's what my parents told me. The move introduced me to something else new.
It gets super hot and humid in the southern states. I'm used to the cloudy and cooler days of Oregon.

Moving in day was on Saturday. By the time dad and I moved in the furniture and boxes (mom didn't move a thing, only opened up boxes that
I carried into the kitchen) I was so damn hot and sweaty and tired that I took a shower and went to bed on a mattress lying directly on the
carpeted floor.

Having gone to bed early, I got up long before mom or dad did. I unpacked a few boxes, finding my most often worn clothing. I also opened
the box with my sports balls and athletic equipment. I played on a Little League baseball team, but thirteen is the cutoff age. Lately I've
been thinking about doing volleyball, but that's mostly a girl's sport in high school. Olympic beach volleyball, now that is where the action is.
That is where one can show off athletic skills and one's physical gifts. My shoulders are broad, and my vertical jump is good enough for
basketball. In my own humble opinion I look great in short shorts. I just need to work on my tan. It's hard to maintain a good tan in Oregon.

What I like about beach volleyball is the minimal clothing. Shorts is all a guy needs to get onto the court lined out on the sand. It's just as
nice for the ladies. Bikini type sports bra and spandex briefs on fit ladies jumping up and down, now that is the real reason guys watch the
sport.

Wearing shorts and tank top, I grabbed my volleyball and headed for the backyard. It was around 11 am when I stepped outside to greet the
day and get my first look at the dimensions of the yard. The yard was bigger than I thought it would be, a pleasant surprise. The fences on
all three sides were high, made of wooden upright boards with a flat board railing at the top rather than points. This fence is about six
feet high, very private and cozy, not easy for people to see over. I'd have to partially climb the fence to look into the neighbor's yard.

I remember running around naked in the backyard of my previous house, and I wasn't seven or eight years old either. I was twelve, and I knew
I'm supposed to know better. I had learned on a Youtube video there are tribes in Africa where teenage boys are expected to run across the
backs of cows that are held in place by the grown men. The whole village is there to witness the coming-of-age ceremony, and the boy has to
do the run while naked.

This fascinated me so much. I put a row of things to jump over, lined up in the backyard. I was naked, my clothes piled up next to the back
door, naked just like those young teenage tribal boys. I ran and jumped and was so excited, pretending I was making my family and friends
impressed with my balance and skill, my bare feet barely touching the hides of the cows, barely noticing how much my dick flops up and
down as I run. It really was exciting to feel how the boy parts slapped my tummy or bounced off the upper thigh. I even whooped and hollered
as I made my run back and forth across the obstacles. In my vision, all the young girls of the tribe cheer me on, the unmarried girls all being
topless as is tribal custom. This was so fun, totally exhilarating with such a feeling of freedom.

Then I noticed Mr. and Mrs. Schultz staring at me from across the four foot high chain link fence. My legs braked, screeching to a halt I
nearly fell over on my face. It must have looked comical, but when I stood up fully and turned to look neither neighbor was laughing,
or even smiling. The grim faces on the adult neighbors said it all, "What the hell do you think you are doing you dumb knucklehead?"
I smiled as best I could, and I shrugged my shoulders, then I waved at the neighbors. Ma and Pa Schultz just stared at me. I walked to
the back door and grabbed my clothes before slipping inside my house.

Looking at the six foot tall solid wood fences surrounding my new backyard, I was thankful there will be security and privacy. I could run around this yard naked and nobody next door would know.

After that incident in the backyard, of pretending to do the jumping on top of the bulls naked ceremony, I thought back on that and wondered
what if it was different. What if the Schultz's daughter, who was a couple years older than me, had been the one standing there watching
me make a fool of myself. What would I do if it was the fourteen year old girl, standing there all by her lonesome, standing there with her
mouth wide open in shock and surprise. Would she have laughed at my antics? Would she tell me I was stupid? Would she have smiled
at me, and then called me over...because she wanted to get a closer look at me? Thinking about that alternate possibility of the girl next
door seeing me naked, it was the first time I got a hardon just by my thoughts. Up to that moment the hardons I got were a mystery
to me not knowing what really caused them.

Now I am a lot older, and I know exactly what makes me get a stiffie. It's being seen naked in a place I'm not supposed to be. I love the
idea of skinnydipping, but the rivers and lakes of Oregon are so damn cold. The closest I've come to putting myself in a position to be
seen is by standing too close to the door to the boy's locker room at my last high school. I'd stand where the students passing by in the
hallway can see into the locker room just a little. I'd stand there with my towel after showering following PE class. I can't stand there long
or the other guys will notice it and think I'm weird. I'd have to casually walk near the door, my towel at my side instead of in front of me.
The door would open and...I'd chicken out, quickly moving the towel to cover my crotch. I don't know why I wasn't brave enough to go
through with it.

In the backyard of my new house in the new neighborhood, I practice popping the volleyball up into the air. I work on hitting it straight
upward. Up down up down I hit the ball. Then I hear the sounds of splashing next door. Just two splashes I hear and then silence. Curiosity
getting to me, I creep up next to the wooden fence. I can reach up and grab the top railing, but I have to use my feet to hold me in place
when I pull myself upward. Trying to be quiet as a mouse, I peek over the fence.

The house next door has a swimming pool. The pool is nice, but the person lying back on a deck chair is remarkable. There is a young girl
in a small, extremely teenie weenie bikini lying on a deck chair. Her medium length hair is dripping wet. There seems to be nobody else
out there, so it must have been the girl making the splashing sounds. This girl leans back in the deck chair some more, and she reaches
down to grab sunglasses. These sunglasses are very dark, and these accentuate the fine features of the girl's face.

I hop back from the fence as a plan forms in my mind. I move back a few feet, and I resume popping the volleyball up and down. Higher,
higher and even higher I pop the ball straight upward. Then I catch the ball. My next motion is tossing the ball over the fence into the
neighbor's backyard. I can't see it, but I know where it lands because there is a soft splash. The ball must have splashed down on the
swimming pool.

I climb back onto the wooden fence. As I peer over I see the girl in the shades is looking around. She must have seen which direction
the ball came from. The girl is facing almost directly toward me on the fence. The deck chair is on the opposite side of the pool from
the direction I tossed the ball. Maybe she had her eyes closed and never saw the ball sail over the fence. I raise myself up more, and I
wave my right arm. The girl on the chair makes no motion. I wave a second time, with no response. I try calling out.

"Ah, hey there. Sorry, but I hit my volleyball into your yard. Could you grab it for me?"

The girl in the bikini sits up. "Who is that calling to me. Who are you?"

I pull myself up even more. Half of me is above the top railing, and I'm holding on with my arms straight out as I hold my upper body in
place. "I'm your new neighbor. Sorry to disturb you. Sorry to make you get into the pool to fetch my balls, um I mean volleyball.

The girl makes no move to get up. "You want your ball...come here and get it."

I wasted no time climbing over the fence. I briskly walk over to stand next to the swimming pool. The pretty girl in the bikini is on the other
side, hardly having made any move at all since I spoke to her.

"This is a nice pool you have here. I uh...I don't have a pool."

"New neighbor huh. When did you move in?"

"Moved in yesterday. My arms and back are still sore from moving all that crap. It is nice to meet you."

"What's your name new neighbor?"

"Oh, my name? It's Nolan Ryan Newman. I was named after my dad's favorite baseball player he saw as a kid. You do know who Nolan Ryan
is don't you?"

"Sorry...I don't know baseball that much. I study dance. I'm into music. How old are you, Nolan Ryan?"

"I'm fifteen."

"Wow. You must be a big boy, being into sports so much. Oh shoot, where are my manners. Come over here and give me a handshake." The
girl holds out her hand.

I walked around the pool, and as I came closer, I noticed the girl didn't turn her face directly toward me. When I stopped and put out my hand,
leaning lower to get more to her level, the girl keeps her hand in the same location.

"Take my hand Nolan. I can't see where yours is."

I reach closer to take the girl's hand. When she feels the touch of my hand she eagerly grasps hold of it, gives my hand a good squeeze and
doesn't let go.

"As you may have guessed. I'm not able to see you. I know my way around the backyard well enough not to stumble into something. I
can swim on my own...though it took me a while not to be scared of being out here by myself."

"Wow...sorry to hear that." I said, wondering what does one say when meeting a blind person.

The girl lets go of my hand. "Go ahead Nolan. Get your volleyball. There's a pool net on a pole around her somewhere. But if you want to...
you can stay for a while and keep me company."

I looked around and located the scooping net on a long pole. However, I decided to get into the water to fetch the volleyball. I was hatching
a super serious and devious plan in my mind. I wanted to swim in the pool, but I was wearing the wrong shorts. I thought...maybe I didn't
need to get my shorts or anything of mine wet. I could strip down and jump into the pool naked. The blind girl wouldn't know what I was
up to.

[Jeepman89]

Great new story, TeenFan! I love the premise. Exhibitionist boy moving to a warmer climate!

[TeenFan]

My New Neighbors
Chapter 2. Ball Retrieval Interrupted


It was easy enough slipping the tank top off, but as I unbuttoned the shorts I glanced again at the girl's face. The shades are so dark I can
barely see her eyes. It's difficult to know exactly where those eyes are pointed, not that it makes any difference since she can't see anything.
It still felt weird to take my clothes off while a girl is facing my direction, and she is only several feet away.

I realized I didn't know the girl's name, or her age. She had asked me some questions and I'd given her my name and age, but other than
saying she was into dance and music the girl didn't offer up any information about herself. Not that it really mattered to me, not really.
This girl is pretty as can be, but that's as far as it went. I didn't need to know her to enjoy being next to her.

As my shorts came off I straightened myself up, and I noticed I was getting stiff. I have on only Jockey briefs, the boner poking out in a most
obvious manner and I almost laugh because that girl is looking right at me and she can't see that. Here I am, standing only a few feet from
a girl and I'm almost naked. Then I am naked, as I repeat the motion and strip off the underwear. My dick sprang upward, fully hard and it
felt so exciting. A rush of adrenaline or something surged through me. I've never done drugs, so this must be what it's like to take a drug,
an immediate and total high that lifts my spirits. My dick is pointing straight up to the clouds overhead. I turn toward the pool as I get
ready to jump into the water.

"Haven't you gotten your ball yet?" the girl suddenly asks.

"No. I was just about to."

"That ball of yours...you said it was a volleyball. You hit the ball back and forth over a net, right? Is that all there is too it?"

The question made me turn back around. The girl is full of questions. I'm only too happy to answer them. It gives me a good excuse to
come closer. I step next to the lawn chair. It's only an inch or two from my leg, and my dick is within reach of the girl. All she has to do is
reach out and touch.

"The standard number of players on a team is six. There are three up by the net and three in a second row behind the first. The goal is to
hit the ball over the net. If the ball lands on the court...or the sand then a point is given to the side that hit the ball last."

"Don't you have to do a lot of jumping in that game? You must have great legs."

"Oh absolutely. One has to jump and sometimes you have to dive to strike the ball and you end up on the sand. That's the type of game I
prefer, on the beach. Only two players on each side in the Olympic Beach Volleyball. You get hot and sweaty and the sand sticks to you.
It's a lot of fun."

What's fun is standing there with six inches of hard penis throbbing and it's so close to the girl's face. Without thinking about it I swing my
hips back and forth, side to side I twist my body. "Thwop thwop thwop...the dick slaps the sides of the hips. It's so stiff it's like hitting
myself with a thick plastic stick. "Thwop thwop thwop"

"What is that sound?" the girl asks.

"Ha ha...um oh...ha...I was slapping at my shoulders. I uh, there's a lot of mosquitos around here." I slap my shoulder again to emphasize
the need to ward off mosquitoes.

"Yeah, they are a pain around here. You have to put on some repellent before going out for any activities. Oh Nolan, can you do something
for me. Can you sit down on the deck chair here?"

The girl sits up, and she scoots herself back as far as she can. She spreads her legs wide, plopping a foot down on either side of the lawn chair.

"Here, sit down. Get as close as you can to me." The girl patted her hand on the chair directly in front of her.

Awkwardly, I stepped over the chair, having to spread my legs wide apart to straddle the chair, then I sat down, my legs on either side, feet
on the ground.

"Come closer. Come on. Scoot yourself closer."

I move myself closer, till our knees touched on both sides of the lawn chair. The girl's girly spot is barely covered by the bikini down there.
Normally, girls aren't spreading their legs like this. It's a leg spread normally seen in gymnastics. Sitting down like this, my dick sticks
straight upward, sort of resting against my tummy. I can hardly believe it, me and the girl are actually making bodily contact. It is only
knee to knee, but I've never done that with a girl before. I've never sat in the same chair with a girl before. Hell...I've never waved my
penis in front of a girl, or anybody. I'm tingling all over. It's throbbing down there and I can feel it bumping up against me.

The girl reaches out her left hand. "I'm going to touch your face. Just sit still, Nolan. This is how I visualize someone. I have to touch
them." the fingers of her hand move toward the unseen face in front of her.

[Jonjon2]

Great story - can't wait to see where else she touches to get a good idea of what he looks like all over!

[Carlitos33]

Hi! I'm new here.
This is the first story a read here and I love it!
Please go on.

[Britguy]

Many blind people have very acute hearing. Perhaps she already knows he's naked?

[Themarble]

I can't wait to find out where this goes. Does she know yet? Does she not? I imagine she will find out eventually, but how?

I don't imagine it will take us long to find out! This is starting very strong!

[TeenFan]

My New Neighbors
Chapter 3. A Touch of Lies


I'd never had anyone feel my face before. The girl's fingers were both light and probing, occasionally pressing in harder on my cheeks. At
first it was only the fingers of the right hand, then she added the left hand also.

"You have well defined cheek bones. The nose is sharp and it's straight. Strong jawline...a hint of a dimple on the chin."

The fingers explored everything about my face and head. Sometimes a hand blocked my view and I couldn't see much.

"Your ears don't stick out, that's good. The hair is curly. What color is your hair and your eyes?"

I told her my hair is light brown and my eyes are blue. She seemed impressed about my blue eyes for some reason, said blue eyes can see
better in the dark.

"Wow, I never knew that" I said, and it was true, I didn't know my blue eyes could do anything special besides look awesome.

Suddenly her hands both plopped down on my shoulders.

"You're an athlete, right? Can I touch your muscles? I understand if you don't want me to."

I didn't expect it would turn out this way. We are so close we could hug each other, and the girl has no idea I have no clothes on.
I wanted to laugh, had to supress a giggle trying to sneak out. I'm being touched by a girl for the first time and it's so sensual, it draws up
so many emotions from within me. This is a joke I'm the only one privy to the answer.

I coughed and cleared my throat. "Uh, sure. You can touch me."

The girl's hands started from the shoulders and followed along the arms. She had me raise my arms up and do a biceps pose. I laughed as
her fingers squeezed down on the bicep on each arm.

"Wow. I'm impressed, Nolan Ryan Newman. You have been working out. I can tell."

Her hands switched to my chest. I sucked in my breath as her delicate fingertips traced around the pectoral muscles on my chest. She rubbed
her fingers along the rib bones alongside the ribcage. What made me shiver is when the probing fingertips paused on the nipples. I could
tell they were stiffer than normal, pushing upward and getting pointy like when something cool touches them. Never felt that from a
human hand before. We didn't talk much. I sat there and let the girl next door rub her hands all over my chest and then those hands moved
lower.

I nearly jumped off the deck chair when the girl started rubbing my stomach.

"Such a tight tummy. I can feel the different little muscles. So cool."

It may be cool for her, but I was starting to sweat. Those hands are getting dangerously close to something sticking up from lower down,
and if those hands went lower by only a few more inches then she'd feel it.

My dick was so freaking damn hard. I wanted and didn't want an exploring set of fingers, fumbling around in the dark, to touch the tip of the
spear. 'Never fear my dear...that's just my Dick that's near.' Those words blasted through my brain, and I let loose a giggle that must have
sounded silly.

Part of me wanted her to discover it, my dick lying in wait just inches below her fingers. It would be so awesome to see that hand brush up
against it, then that hand turning to grasp the thing that is for the moment unrecognized. How long would it take for her to figure out what
it is she is grasping? What happens once she does figure it out?

I jumped backwards and off the deckchair. It was partly instinctual and partly caused by fear. If she touched it and figured out what it was
she might scream. I'd just met the girl next door...and if she found out I was naked, sitting next to her and letting her touch me all over, she
could start screaming for help.

"What happened? You startled me?"

"Sorry...I uh, there was this bee. It landed on my thigh." I thought of a good excuse quickly, and drew upon a memory I had when I was younger
at a swimming pool. I was sitting down at the poolside, feet dangling in the water. A bee lands on my leg. I freeze up and the bee eventually
takes off, but I could imagine how other people might jump up instantly when a bug of any sort lands on them at the side of a swimming pool.

"Did it sting you?"

"No. No, I got lucky this time." Her voice was so concerned for my wellbeing, and I had to laugh out loud. "Once a bee crawled up my shorts.
I jumped up but I couldn't beat at it. It might sting me...and it was so close to a uh, to a certain place you know. There wasn't anything else
I could do, so I dropped my shorts and didn't care who was looking."

I don't know why I made up the lie. I suppose it was a way to get the blind girl to imagine me naked. Some poor scared kid at a swimming
pool who stripped down because a bee crawled up his swimsuit.

The girl sat up even straighter on the chair. She looked at me with her mouth open, and I suppose with wide eyes hidden behind the
sunglasses.

"Wow. You must have been so embarrassed," the girl pulls back bangs of her hair, seemingly more attentive than ever.

"Not too much. I ah, I'm not ashamed of how I look. It's the other guys who get jealous of me."

"Really? Do guys really brag about...how big they are?"

I couldn't believe it. The girl asked me if I had something big to show off. I looked down at my BIG thing, and it was still pulsing in stiff upright
position. I haven't touched myself this whole time, and my dick keeps getting harder. It throbs like a Mother F'er. The head has turned a shade
of purple I've never seen before. Maybe because I've never looked at myself this way under the sunlight of the outdoors. The cheap
fluorescent lighting of the bathroom, or the dim incandescent glow of lamp bulbs in the bedroom don't show the penis in this sort of color
and detail. It's like I've never really seen it before, often jerking off in the dark at night in bed, and my dick has a power and a purpose and
it wants to be touched like...RIGHT NOW!

"Hey Nolan, is my skin dry?"

This startled me out of my own self-absorbed paralysis, of standing there like a fool as I gawked at my own erect penis.

"Wait, what? What do you mean?"

"Am a completely dry. I jumped in to cool off, but once I am dry I need to put on suntan lotion. Look at me. Is my tummy all dry?"

I moved closer again, and bending down I looked right at the girl's tummy, and chest. Of course I looked at her chest. This gave me an excuse
to look, but of course I can stare all I want at her tits and she doesn't know my eyes are glued to them.

"You look dry to me," I tell her.

"Cool. Now underneath this chair I put the bottle of sunscreen. Will you help me put it on? You know, lots of times I put the lotion on myself
and I find out later I missed a spot."

"Sure, sure, no problem," I said as I get down all the way to reach underneath the deckchair.

[TeenFan]

My New Neighbors
Chapter 4. Body Rub Interrupted


I was doing lots of things I'd never done before. I'd never hopped a fence to meet a girl the first time seeing her. I'd never gotten naked
in somebody else's backyard. I'd never met a blind girl and then turned myself on by flopping my cock in front of her. And now I was putting
sunscreen lotion onto a girl for the first time.

"Where do you want to start?" the girl asked me when I uncapped the lotion bottle.

The first body part that popped into my head was tits, but fortunately I didn't blurt that out accidentally. "How about your feet and go up
from there?" I asked tentatively, not knowing how she would respond. Maybe she just wanted her back done and not some other places that
could be considered No Man's Land. The girl thought that was a great place to start. She smiled when I squirted lotion onto my hand, then
put the bottle down to grab a foot.

The girl squirmed a little, and she giggled when my hand got past her knee. Not surprisingly, the thigh must be more sensitive to the touch and
it's getting closer and closer to the meat and potatoes of a girl's body.

My meat stick and two dangling tater tots were tingling more and more as my hands got to explore this hot and cute girl's legs. I can tell she
is younger than I am, but not sure by how much. I'm half way up the thigh, and I pause to ask, "Do I keep going?"

"Mmmm Hmmm" is all she said as she nods her head. Then she sits back up again. "Sit on the chair like you did before. I know we're bumping
knee to knee, but you can finish my legs from there...and be in a good spot to do my stomach, then my shoulders."

I didn't argue. I got back onto the deckchair, and the girl and I have our legs spread wide apart with knees touching. I glanced down and
not surprisingly my dick is pointing straight upward, and still throbbing. I can't remember the last time I had a hardon this long without
touching myself.

With the girl doing the leg spread again and leaning in closer this time, I can see a half inch of whiter skin just below the leg band of the
bikini bottom. I hadn't realized it, but this girl has outgrown the swimsuit, and the mounds on her chest are barely concealed. I could see
moms frowning at her if she wore this suit at the city pool. I was beaming with the biggest grin my face ever had. My fingertips touched
the bottom of the bikini as I got the last of her exposed skin on the top of the legs. As I touched her down there, the girl lowered her head.
She looked down there as if she could see my hands massaging the lotion onto her upper thighs.

It was throbbing so much I just had to finally touch myself. I placed a hand on my penis and gave it a few strokes. I was so excited that my
cup runneth over. I glanced down again and saw a glob of pre-cum slipping through the pee hole. I let go but too late, the small spurt of
fluid trickled down the frontside of the shaft.

"You can do my tummy now...unless you are tired of this."

"I'm not tired," I said. "I can do this all day. If there was a job at the pool for a suntan lotion put-er-oner, I'd take that position."

My next handful of lotion got pressed right above the bikini, and I started doing the area below her cute little innie belly button. The girl
giggles again and maybe I heard a sigh, a long intake of breath followed by a sigh afterward. HOLY COW, was she getting turned on by this?

I heard the sound of something to my right side. It wasn't loud but I did notice it. Turning my head I saw something that made me freeze
instantly. At the back door of the house stands a young guy. A teenage guy by the look of him, and this guy has hands on his hips and is
looking right at me. The sound must have been the back door closing.

I was only relieved the guy staring at me wasn't the mom or the dad of the house. If it were an older man carrying a shotgun walking
toward me I'd have probably jumped up screaming 'Don't shoot. Please don't shoot.' But it was a younger guy walking toward me. I was
still frozen in place, not having gotten over the shock of seeing somebody coming out of the house like that.

"Hey sis...who is this guy who has his hands all over you?"

[Buckaroo]

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