my new neighbor

[Pablo1112]

Hello, I’m new to writing. This is my first story, but I hope you like it!

I had just turned 19. I’m one of those guys with blonde, slightly messy hair, always trying to make it look decent, even if I don’t spend much time on it. My skin is fair, and my features aren’t too sharp, but there’s enough about me to show I’ve got some character. I’m the captain of my university’s soccer team, and my body is in pretty good shape—enough to draw quite a bit of attention.


A new family had just moved into the house next door. Among them was a guy my age named Tyler. He was a peculiar one—a real video game geek. Until then, we had barely exchanged a few words, but something about his arrival made me feel like it was the beginning of a story I could never have predicted.


It all started on a Tuesday. I had just broken up with my girlfriend after two years, and even though I felt empty, I had the excuse of being on vacation with nothing to do. The house was silent, and time crawled by—every minute felt like an eternity.


To be honest, I didn’t have much to do other than play video games. I liked them, especially soccer games like FIFA. But playing against the AI had gotten boring and repetitive. The spark just wasn’t there anymore.


I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, when something caught my eye. From my window, I had a clear view of my neighbor Tyler’s room. He was the guy who had just moved in recently. We hadn’t really talked yet, but I could see he was also playing FIFA.


That’s when I decided to go over to his house and see if he’d be up for playing a few matches with me. Maybe that would help pass the time and keep me from feeling so alone. It felt like the perfect moment to do something different, to break free from the boredom.

 

[Pablo1112]

I got up, walked over to the window, and observed a little more. Tyler, like me, seemed absorbed in the game, but I had the feeling that he wasn’t as good as I was. I thought that if I managed to talk to him, I could share a few matches and not feel so trapped in my solitary routine. What’s the worst that could happen? After all, who wouldn’t enjoy a good game of FIFA with some company?

I walked to Tyler’s house, nervous but determined. When I arrived, I rang the doorbell, and almost instantly, the door opened. There he was: Tyler, my neighbor. He had a slim figure and short, dark hair that fell in a somewhat messy way. His face was very expressive, and his deep gaze contrasted with the relaxed, charismatic smile he always wore. Today was no exception. He was wearing a gray T-shirt from some swim team and black jeans, the typical casual look of someone who doesn’t like to complicate things.
— *Tom:* "Hey, man. I’m your neighbor from next door. I saw from my window that you’re playing FIFA and thought it might be a good idea to play a few matches with you. What do you think?"

Tyler looked at me for a moment, as if evaluating the proposal. But as soon as he saw I wasn’t joking, his smile got even bigger.
— *Tyler:* "Sure, come on in! It’s always more fun to beat someone."

I entered his house, following the path to his room. I knew his parents weren’t home; they were always working late. I felt a little strange being there, especially since I hadn’t spoken much with him before, but I preferred that to staying bored at home.
When I entered his room, I found him fully immersed in a FIFA match. He pointed to the bed for me to sit and, without saying much, handed me an Xbox controller.

 

[Pablo1112]

"Do you play?" he asked. I nodded and chose Real Madrid. He picked Manchester City.



The first match went by in slightly awkward silence. Neither of us said much; we just stared at the screen and played. But as the games went on, we started talking about more casual things—school, music—and eventually, I found out he also did swimming.



Two hours later, we were still playing, though, to be honest, it wasn’t as fun anymore. Not to brag, but I won most of the matches, so the challenge was kind of gone. I paused the game and turned to Tyler.



“Sorry, man, but I think I’m done. This is getting boring. It was fun at first, but now that there’s no real challenge, FIFA loses its charm,” I said, setting the controller aside.



Tyler smiled, a mix of resignation and humor on his face.

“Back in high school, my friends and I used to bet on every match, even if it was just lunch money or something dumb. That way, it never got boring.”



Honestly, betting did make games more interesting. But I was saving up for the new FIFA coming out next month, so I couldn’t afford to waste even a cent.

“Sorry, dude, but I don’t have any money to bet right now,” I replied.



Tyler gave me a mischievous grin, like he’d just come up with the idea of the century.

“Well… what if we bet on something else?” he said, leaning forward slightly.

“Something else? Like what?” I asked, a bit suspicious.



“How about we play a round of Strip FIFA?” he said, as casually as if it were the most normal thing in the world.



I stared at him, surprised, trying to figure out if he was joking. But his grin told me he was completely serious.

“What? Are you scared?” he added, clearly trying to provoke me.



I couldn’t let him think I was backing out. Besides… this was getting interesting.



I thought for a moment. It wasn’t that I had a problem playing against Tyler, but I didn’t see why it couldn’t have been against another girl. Still, he was challenging me, and I knew I was better than him at FIFA. I could beat him easily.



“You’re going to regret this,” Tom said, grinning. “But to make it more interesting, the loser has to face a punishment.”

 

[Mzan]

Can’t wait for the rest!

 

[Pablo1112]

"Alright," Tyler said, shrugging as if he didn’t care. "But when you lose, no excuses."
Tyler leaned forward, clearly excited and ready to play.
"The rules are simple: we’ll play a match, and every time you concede a goal, you take off one piece of clothing. Same goes for me."

"How many pieces are we playing with?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
"Socks, jeans, shirt, and boxers," he answered, as if he had it all figured out from the start.
I hesitated for a moment because I didn’t want to end up naked in front of my neighbor, but I knew I was going to win.
"I’m going to enjoy beating you," I said with a confident smile.

I chose Real Madrid, my go-to team, while Tyler picked Manchester City. The match began, and from the first minute, I knew something was off. Tyler was playing differently—more aggressive, more precise. Before I could even get into my rhythm, in the 10th minute, Haaland scored an unstoppable header.

"Goal." Tyler looked at me with a satisfied grin. "You know what to do—off with those socks."

Reluctantly, I took off my socks.
"This is just getting started," I muttered, adjusting my posture for the next kickoff.

But things only got worse. Tyler was playing at a level I’d never seen before, and by the 25th minute, a perfect pass from De Bruyne led to another goal.

"Come on, Tom, don’t lose hope," Tyler teased, watching me take off my shirt.

I stood up and pulled off my shirt.
"Nice abs, Tom," Tyler said with a smirk.

He wasn’t wrong—ever since my breakup, I’d been working hard on my abs. I was proud of my defined six-pack and the sharp V-shape leading down to my jeans.

In the 30th minute, I managed to score my first goal with a precise shot. I turned to Tyler with a triumphant smile.
"Your turn," I said, nodding toward him.

Tyler let out a nervous laugh and took off his socks, one by one.

The game went on. Tyler became even more aggressive, determined to beat me at any cost. But in the 40th minute, a perfect pass allowed me to score my second goal. This time, his frustration was clear.

"What’s wrong, Tyler? Getting nervous?"
"Shut up," he replied, sighing exaggeratedly as he took off his shirt.

"Not bad abs, buddy," I teased. "But it looks like you need more definition."
"Screw you," he said, laughing. "You won’t be laughing when I make you lose."

I tried to focus on beating Tyler so I could tease him more, but in the 80th minute, Grealish scored with a powerful shot across the goal.

"How many pieces do you have left?" Tyler asked, feigning innocence.

I looked down. All I had left were my jeans. Taking a deep breath, I accepted my fate and slid them off, letting them fall to my ankles.

"Nice underwear," Tyler commented.

There I was, standing in nothing but my tight white Calvin Klein briefs. Looking down, I realized how... noticeable everything was. I silently promised myself I wouldn’t let him see me completely naked.

Thankfully, no more goals were scored in the final minutes. I breathed a sigh of relief... until I heard Tyler’s voice.
"Ready for your punishment?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

I had forgotten about the bet. I figured the punishment would be something easy.

Tyler took his time, clearly enjoying the moment. He wanted something fun but also just humiliating enough to make me think twice before challenging him again. He had the upper hand.

"Alright, here it is: you have to go back to your house wearing only what you’ve got on."

My eyes widened, and then I started laughing, shaking my head.
"You’ve got to be kidding me! It’s seven in the evening—there could be people outside. They’ll see me like this!"

"Come on, don’t back out now," Tyler said, holding firm to his victory.

He was right. I was the one who suggested the punishment for the loser, and now I couldn’t back out. Without another thought, I said,
"Fine, but just know, I’ll get my revenge on you."

 

[leescott2021]

Great story!

 

[ILikeBoys99]

Lovely story

 

[George_Pantelis]

Great start!

 

[Pablo1112]

He just smiled as I walked out of his house, praying I wouldn't run into anyone on the way home.

I was walking into my yard when I heard a familiar voice speaking to me:

—Since you broke up with your girlfriend, I see you've been having fun with the new neighbor—it was Chloë, my ex's best friend and also my neighbor.

I couldn't help but blush, even though that feeling of exhibitionism I was feeling was turning me on. I decided to go into my house as quickly as possible. Luckily, my parents hadn't arrived yet, but when I walked in, I found my stepbrother sitting in the living room.

When I was a child, my dad remarried a coworker of his who had a son six years older than me. Harry was always the stereotypical model: blue eyes, blonde hair, and athletic. He was always the captain of his soccer team, and even though he decided to work as a lawyer, he still stayed in shape. His body was impressive, with defined muscles. It had been two years since I last saw him, he lived in London but had come to spend two weeks on vacation.

“Looks like you had a lot of fun with the new neighbor today. I hope next time you won’t be the loser in whatever game they’re playing,” Harry said with a mocking smile as he laughed.

I decided not to answer and went straight to my room. I laid down on my bed and started thinking about everything that had happened. I had enjoyed the afternoon with my neighbor and was experiencing new things.

The next day, I spent the whole day playing FIFA, training to beat Tyler. I had to win and get revenge on him. Although, deep down, I also hoped to lose to Tyler again.

It had been two days since I went to Tyler’s house, and I thought it was a good time for a rematch. This time, I was determined to win. I went to his house, knocked on the door, and he opened it, surprised to see me again.

“Hey, I thought I wouldn’t see you again.” Looks like you haven’t learned your lesson yet,” he said laughing. “By the way, I still have your clothes from last time.”

I knew I had to beat him just to laugh in his face.

“I let you win last time, but this time I’ll make you regret challenging me.”

“Come in, you know where my room is.”

We both went upstairs in silence, knowing we had to give it our all to win.

“So, we’ll play by the same rules: four clothes and the loser gets punished. This time, it’ll be you,” Tyler said with a cocky grin.

We had agreed to play with our favorite teams: Tyler chose Manchester City, while I chose Real Madrid. The match started with intensity. Tyler controlled the ball like an expert, making precise passes and advancing towards my goal. In the 10th minute, Erling Haaland, controlled by Tyler, broke through my defense and scored the first goal.

“Goal!” Tyler shouted, raising his arms in victory. You know what you have to do: take something off.

I stood up and took off my socks.

“You got lucky,” I muttered, determined not to be left behind.

A few minutes later, Benzema received a perfect pass and fired a powerful shot. The ball went straight into the top corner.

“Now it’s your turn: 1-1,” I said, playfully nudging Tyler.

Tyler stood up and took off his shirt. It was obvious that he had been training more since the last time.

“Are you going to keep looking at my abs or are you going to play?” he asked.

I hadn’t realized I was looking at him. Without saying a word, I turned my attention back to the screen and we continued playing.

The rest of the first half was a constant battle. Tyler attacked with speed, while I defended like a wall. Just before the break, Tyler scored another goal with a long-range shot. The score was already 2-1.

“I’m already thinking of a humiliating punishment for when I win,” he said with a mocking smile.

I didn’t say anything, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, exposing my torso. Tyler was watching me and seemed to enjoy it, which excited me too. But I preferred to win and shut him up.

I came out strong in the second half. I made some tactical changes and started to press higher up. In the 50th minute, Vinícius Jr. made an incredible individual play and tied the game 2-2.

“Come on, this is just beginning,” I said excitedly.

Tyler laughed but reluctantly took off his socks. He started to get nervous. In a desperate attempt to get out of his defense, he lost the ball, and Modrić took advantage of the mistake to score a third goal. Now the score was 3-2 in my favor.

“What happened, Tyler? Were you unlucky?” I joked.

Tyler stood up confidently, unbuttoned his pants, and let them fall. There he was, standing in front of me in a pair of tight white underwear that left little to the imagination. As he sat back down, I couldn’t help but notice how firm and round his ass was.

“Alright, pervert. You seem to be enjoying the view,” he said, clearly noticing me watching him.

—I’m just enjoying your humiliation. And wait until you see the punishment I have planned for you —I replied with a grin.

My words seemed to motivate him. In a quick play, Tyler tied the game with a goal from Kevin De Bruyne. With the score at 3-3, the tension in the room was unbearable.

—Take them off —Tyler said mockingly.

I stood up and unbuttoned my pants. Though I wanted to win, I enjoyed undressing in front of him. I slid my pants down my legs and stepped out of them. I was wearing tight black boxers I had chosen deliberately so Tyler could imagine what was underneath. And it seemed to work—he couldn’t take his eyes off me.

The match was nearing its end. On the final attack, Vinícius Jr. received a through ball, left the defenders behind, and shot.

—Yesss! —I shouted as the ball crossed the line.

The final whistle blew. I had won 4-3. Tyler collapsed onto his bed, resigned to his defeat, while I savored the sweet taste of victory and my hard-earned revenge.

 

[californiablu3]

Please go on

 

[outsider798]

Can’t wait for the next chapter

 

[Inputpower1]

Love it!!!

 

[Gayboy_23]

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[Cuteasianguy12]

He just smiled as I walked out of his house, praying I wouldn't run into anyone on the way home.

I was walking into my yard when I heard a familiar voice speaking to me:

—Since you broke up with your girlfriend, I see you've been having fun with the new neighbor—it was Chloë, my ex's best friend and also my neighbor.

I couldn't help but blush, even though that feeling of exhibitionism I was feeling was turning me on. I decided to go into my house as quickly as possible. Luckily, my parents hadn't arrived yet, but when I walked in, I found my stepbrother sitting in the living room.

When I was a child, my dad remarried a coworker of his who had a son six years older than me. Harry was always the stereotypical model: blue eyes, blonde hair, and athletic. He was always the captain of his soccer team, and even though he decided to work as a lawyer, he still stayed in shape. His body was impressive, with defined muscles. It had been two years since I last saw him, he lived in London but had come to spend two weeks on vacation.

“Looks like you had a lot of fun with the new neighbor today. I hope next time you won’t be the loser in whatever game they’re playing,” Harry said with a mocking smile as he laughed.

I decided not to answer and went straight to my room. I laid down on my bed and started thinking about everything that had happened. I had enjoyed the afternoon with my neighbor and was experiencing new things.

The next day, I spent the whole day playing FIFA, training to beat Tyler. I had to win and get revenge on him. Although, deep down, I also hoped to lose to Tyler again.

It had been two days since I went to Tyler’s house, and I thought it was a good time for a rematch. This time, I was determined to win. I went to his house, knocked on the door, and he opened it, surprised to see me again.

“Hey, I thought I wouldn’t see you again.” Looks like you haven’t learned your lesson yet,” he said laughing. “By the way, I still have your clothes from last time.”

I knew I had to beat him just to laugh in his face.

“I let you win last time, but this time I’ll make you regret challenging me.”

“Come in, you know where my room is.”

We both went upstairs in silence, knowing we had to give it our all to win.

“So, we’ll play by the same rules: four clothes and the loser gets punished. This time, it’ll be you,” Tyler said with a cocky grin.

We had agreed to play with our favorite teams: Tyler chose Manchester City, while I chose Real Madrid. The match started with intensity. Tyler controlled the ball like an expert, making precise passes and advancing towards my goal. In the 10th minute, Erling Haaland, controlled by Tyler, broke through my defense and scored the first goal.

“Goal!” Tyler shouted, raising his arms in victory. You know what you have to do: take something off.

I stood up and took off my socks.

“You got lucky,” I muttered, determined not to be left behind.

A few minutes later, Benzema received a perfect pass and fired a powerful shot. The ball went straight into the top corner.

“Now it’s your turn: 1-1,” I said, playfully nudging Tyler.

Tyler stood up and took off his shirt. It was obvious that he had been training more since the last time.

“Are you going to keep looking at my abs or are you going to play?” he asked.

I hadn’t realized I was looking at him. Without saying a word, I turned my attention back to the screen and we continued playing.

The rest of the first half was a constant battle. Tyler attacked with speed, while I defended like a wall. Just before the break, Tyler scored another goal with a long-range shot. The score was already 2-1.

“I’m already thinking of a humiliating punishment for when I win,” he said with a mocking smile.

I didn’t say anything, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, exposing my torso. Tyler was watching me and seemed to enjoy it, which excited me too. But I preferred to win and shut him up.

I came out strong in the second half. I made some tactical changes and started to press higher up. In the 50th minute, Vinícius Jr. made an incredible individual play and tied the game 2-2.

“Come on, this is just beginning,” I said excitedly.

Tyler laughed but reluctantly took off his socks. He started to get nervous. In a desperate attempt to get out of his defense, he lost the ball, and Modrić took advantage of the mistake to score a third goal. Now the score was 3-2 in my favor.

“What happened, Tyler? Were you unlucky?” I joked.

Tyler stood up confidently, unbuttoned his pants, and let them fall. There he was, standing in front of me in a pair of tight white underwear that left little to the imagination. As he sat back down, I couldn’t help but notice how firm and round his ass was.

“Alright, pervert. You seem to be enjoying the view,” he said, clearly noticing me watching him.

—I’m just enjoying your humiliation. And wait until you see the punishment I have planned for you —I replied with a grin.

My words seemed to motivate him. In a quick play, Tyler tied the game with a goal from Kevin De Bruyne. With the score at 3-3, the tension in the room was unbearable.

—Take them off —Tyler said mockingly.

I stood up and unbuttoned my pants. Though I wanted to win, I enjoyed undressing in front of him. I slid my pants down my legs and stepped out of them. I was wearing tight black boxers I had chosen deliberately so Tyler could imagine what was underneath. And it seemed to work—he couldn’t take his eyes off me.

The match was nearing its end. On the final attack, Vinícius Jr. received a through ball, left the defenders behind, and shot.

—Yesss! —I shouted as the ball crossed the line.

The final whistle blew. I had won 4-3. Tyler collapsed onto his bed, resigned to his defeat, while I savored the sweet taste of victory and my hard-earned revenge.

How old is Tyler?