New Favorite Neighbor

Sometimes, the stories are obvious. You see a guy naked on the beach, and you know that he either lost his suit or finally took the plunge and checked out a nude beach. You see a guy naked with a pool cue in hand, and you know that he just lost his undies in a game of strip pool. Some inspiration photos though have too many available possibilities like the one linked with this story. I finally landed on one vague idea, and I loved how it turned out- hope you do too!

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When I finally got the keys to my new house, I had no idea what to do. Should I go grocery shopping to fill up a fridge that I don’t have to share for the first time? Should I head back to my apartment to finish packing up the last of my stuff? Should I splurge on some other purchase before I come to my senses?

Instead, I just walked inside and locked the door. It was a fixer upper, and I knew that I had about a week of hard work before I truly felt that it was my own. The carpet needed work in most rooms, and as I peeled back a corner, I felt my heart leap in my chest when I saw hardwood floors beneath that looked in good condition. The paint color, a nice smoker’s beige, couldn’t bring me down either since I had the cans ready to replace it already in my truck.

No, right now, I just wanted to celebrate by myself before my roommates and brother got here to help me get it ready tomorrow. For the night, I’d have it all to myself, and I didn’t know what to do.

And then it hit me- I had it all to myself.

Making sure one last time that the door was locked, I stepped back into my new living room and pulled my shirt over my head and stepped out of my cargo shorts. I’d already prepared to be lifting boxes when I’d gotten dressed this morning, so I was now dressed in just my jockstrap, and it felt freeing. Walking from room to room, I opened windows and flung open every door just because I could.

In my bedroom upstairs, I stood in front of the large, unencumbered window that looked into my backyard, and I knew that there was one last thing to do. Grabbing onto the waistband of my jockstrap, I shucked it to the floor and threw my hat down on top of it. I was now completely naked and king of my domain. As I looked back out the window, I just wished that I would have seen the guy looking up at me before I finished stripping.

One of my new neighbors was watering his plants out back, but the hose was forgotten beside him while he had one hand shielding his eyes from the evening sun as he looked up at me. I tried to back away, but based on the smile on his face, I hadn’t backed away quick enough. Putting on my jockstrap, I ran back downstairs to grab the rest of my clothes, but I could already see him at my back door next to the wide-open window.

“I’ve lived here for twenty years now, and that’s the warmest welcome I’ve ever gotten from a new neighbor.”

I stood there petrified as he addressed me through the window, and I knew that there was no point in trying to grab my clothes from the other room now.

“I finally got the keys, and I decided to survey my kingdom so to speak…”

“In the nude?”

“It felt right at the time.”

“I bet it did.”

He was probably about twenty years my senior, but he looked good standing there at my window. Decades of yard work had his arms stretching out the sleeves of his threadbare t-shirt, and his gym shorts weren’t that loose either.

“I’m not even sure what I’m doing for the rest of the night now. I might start to bring in some of my boxes- I’ve got some in the truck.”

“Want some help, or are you enjoying your alone time?”

There was a subtle glance down at my crotch from him as he asked, but I tried to keep myself from blushing as I accepted his offer.

About twenty seconds later, I was dressed again and meeting him at my truck to bring in some paint cans and boxes. We unloaded in silence, and once my truck was empty, he said he’d grab a couple of beers and bring them back over. He said he’d invite me to his place soon once he got it cleaned up, and I just nodded as we leaned against the kitchen island and guzzled down the ice cold beers before opening a second each.

“You know, I think I’m liking your idea of wardrobe.”

“Oh yeah?”

There’d been a comfortable silence for a bit as the conversation lulled, so his statement seemed more out of the blue.

“Yeah, I’m an empty nester now, so I have the same freedom.”

“I definitely wouldn’t be getting dressed if I were you then.”

“I’ll try it tomorrow then.”

“You could try it now.”

What the fuck was I doing? The last line had slipped out before I could stop myself, but I didn’t regret it even if I was a bit embarrassed for being so forward.

“You know what? Fuck it.”

He laid down his beer and stepped back to pull off his shirt. His chest matched his arms, taut and tanned. He’d said earlier that he used to work construction before switching into woodworking as he got older. He had the beginnings of a belly, but his pecs were still evident under that salt and pepper chest hair.

I thought he might stop there, but he pulled his shorts down as well to reveal a fitted pair of white briefs that had gotten a bit sweaty as he helped me. He leaned back against the counter as he downed his beer, and I realized that it was my turn. I was embarrassed to be seen by him earlier, but it felt right now as I got back down to my jockstrap.

“You a fan of throwing parties?”

“No, I’m glad to be free of my roommate who loved them.”

“You ever feel the desire to mow your grass before 8:00 on a Saturday morning?”

“Absolutely not.”

“You think you might want to ever visit my hot tub in just that little jockstrap of yours?”

“Sounds like heaven.”

“It might be a bit early to say this, but you might be my new favorite neighbor to ever live in this house.”