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Nick and the Neighbor Chapter 1
After the movers left and my parents became busy with unpacking, I went outside and sat down on the front steps to catch a breath of fresh air. It was late spring and the neighborhood we had just moved into was looking quite verdant with all of its meticulously kept green lawns and proper green shrubbery. There were many large trees that were casting long shadows in the evening light. A few younger children were playing outside while the hum of a lawnmower came from the backyard of another. I could even smell the hint of a barbeque maybe not too far away.
I was really happy when my parents decided to move to a larger house. Mostly because this new house was still in the same school district as my old one which meant I wouldn't have to change schools. Also, I now had a room and an attached bathroom all to myself which I thought was essential for a fifteen year old. I suppose I had never really minded sharing a room with my older brother Jacob but I think the both of us would be enjoying the extra privacy we now had.
As I sat there just mulling over my life and delaying the unpacking of the boxes that had been placed in my room, I heard a door open to the side. I glanced over to see a boy my age with short brown hair spiked up in faux hawk coming out of the house next door with a trash bag in hand. He was quite striking with his black shirt with some red design and dark slightly faded jeans. Quite attractive actually. He seemed to be softly humming as he headed to the trash can placed outside. It was only after he placed the trash bag in the bin and placed the lid back on that he looked up and noticed me. His forehead scrunched for a second but the confused look was quickly replaced with a smile. He gave a small wave which I replied with a slight nod before looking away.
I had looked away towards the kids playing down the street so I didn't notice that he was walking towards until he was actually standing near me.
"Did you just move here?"
The question caught me off guard and I mumbled before replying "yes."
"Cool. My name is Mason. I live just over there," he said jerking a thumb back towards the house from which he had just come from.
"I'm Nick."
"Well, nice to meet you," he replied cheerily.
"Same."
He then sat down right next to me on the front step causing me to impulsively move a bit to the side.
"So where are you from?" he asked looking at me straight in the eye.
"Oh, I'm actually just from around here. We just moved for the bigger house," I replied while holding his gaze long enough to notice that his eyes were an interesting shade of blue.
"Oh, okay. So you go to Lincoln then?" he asked referring to the local high school.
"Yeah."
"What grade are you in?"
"Tenth. You?"
"Also in tenth," he stated with a small smile.
"Oh really?" I replied slightly surprised to find out that he was in the same grade as me.
"Yeah, but I guess with a school as big as Lincoln it's hard to know."
"Yeah, that's true." I replied. Lincoln High School probably had about hundreds of kids in each grade so it was nearly impossible to actually know everyone. However, I was still surprised that I had never seen this guy before. I felt like I would have definitely noticed him in the hallways.
At that point, I heard my mom call from inside, "Nick where are you? Why haven't you unpacked your things yet?"
I sighed a little. "I better go inside and take care of that."
"Do you want any help? I'm not really doing anything."
As I looked at Mason, for some reason my mind went straight to the small stack of magazines that I had in one of my boxes. "Uh, no thanks, I can really take care of it myself."
"Are you sure? I wouldn't mind at all."
"It's okay, thanks for offering though."
Mason gave a small nod. "Well in that case, I'll head back," he said getting up. "But we should hang out sometime. I would definitely like to get to know my new neighbor better."
"Definitely," I replied a bit surprised about how adamant he sounded.
"Well see you later then!"
"Yeah. See you."
I watched him start to walk back to his house with his hands in his pockets and humming the same tune as before. I glanced at his ass before sighing and getting up off of the front step and going back inside the house. Mason seemed like a very forward person but from our short exchange he also seemed like a nice guy not to mention attractive.
It was upon entering my room that I noticed that it looked out towards Mason's house. However, there were several trees obstructing the view and there weren't really any windows on this side of his house. Voyeuristic thoughts of Mason crossed my mind and I felt myself get hard. However, I pushed the thoughts aside. I had to unpack my room first and then maybe afterwards I could let those fantasies play out again.
It was dark by the time everything in my room had been arranged to my satisfaction. I glanced around at my bed with its dark green comforter and the desk and bookshelf which were arranged with books and odd decorations. On the walls, I had put up a few of my posters and a painting from my friend Jessica. Everything was set and looked pretty good in my opinion.
I then gathered up the empty boxes that lay around my room, folded them up and carried them downstairs and outside to the trash. The neighborhood street was well lit with street lamps and lights from the neighboring houses. After dumping the boxes in the trash bin, I chanced a look over at Mason's house next door. The lights were on but curtains in the windows prevented me from seeing anything more inside. For the second time, I felt myself getting hard thinking about Mason. I was curious to see his body. I wondered how defined his chest was and how built his legs were.
I hurried back to my room and locked the door. I went over and lay back on my bed and rubbed myself through my jeans as I fantasized about Mason taking off his clothes. I then unzipped my jeans and pushed my hand under the waistband of my boxers to feel my hardening cock. My hand slowly went up and down the length. Then I pushed my boxers down and pulled out my erect member which was at its full seven inches. I spit in my hand and then proceeded to jerk off with thoughts of Mason in my mind. I imagined him taking his clothes off and showing off his hot body. I enjoyed the pleasurable feelings and quickened my pace as I was soon approaching my orgasm. I moaned as I felt the pressure build up and began frantically stroking my cock. Then my muscles tightened and I gasped as I was overcome with the waves of ecstasy of an orgasm. I felt the cum shoot out of my cock. As the orgasm subsided, I stroked my cock a few more times, letting the last of my semen to dribble out down the shaft and over my hand. After I was all finished, I lay for a few moments in the glow of my recent orgasm. It was a much needed and well enjoyed release.
I then grabbed a few tissues to clean myself up. There was cum all over my dick and my hands and a little bit on my shirt as well. I wiped off my dick and pushed up my boxers and zipped up my jeans. I washed my hands in the bathroom and then changed my shirt. Then I went on my computer to change my online status.
"Enjoying my new room."
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