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I grew up in a small Illinois city on the Illinois River, about a hundred miles southwest of Chicago. It wasn't very big, but it was big enough to take up land on both sides of the river. It had a couple of state highways, and the interstate went past on the very north end of town. At least it was big enough to have a public high school, a Catholic high school, and a Wal-Mart.
I had pubes before my friends. I was twelve when my crotch started itching in class, and during the school year I started getting hairs around the base of my dick. By summer I had a little crescent of hair above my dick, and my dick was getting bigger and longer, and my balls were getting bigger and hanging down and getting caught in my underwear sometimes. That smarts. So I started wearing briefs under my boxers.
I think I started to figure out that I was gay in eighth grade. We had started showering for gym in seventh grade, and that was kind of both interesting and a drag. I mean, seeing naked guys was interesting, having them see me naked was kind of a drag mostly because they thought I was turned on. I had the biggest dick in the seventh grade. They thought it was because I was getting hard, but it wasn't. It was just long and hung down a ways. Only a few of us had pubes, and I had the most. I had black hair, so they really showed up, too.
In eighth grade, seeing the other guys naked was getting really interesting. I did sort of get hard sometimes. But since it was still the biggest in my grade, everyone thought I was turned on anyway. And that was the year I started beating off and thinking about playing with the other boys dicks.
The summer after eighth grade, we moved. So suck. The new town was smaller, not very far from the one I had grown up in. I'd have to ride the bus back to my old town. How stupid is that? And the town was fucking tiny. In had nothing on the south side of the river at all, and what was on the north side was like a neighborhood in my old town, and that was it. And we moved into a trailer park, way up on the north side. Geeze. But at least it was a nice one. No rentals, so people took care of their shit. It wasn't very big, either. Just a couple of streets. There wasn't a lot of kids, and I didn't see anyone my age at all. A couple of kids younger, and a couple older, and it was soon obvious that the new guy wasn't welcome. I ended up staying inside a lot. Thankfully we had central air.
I hadn't had a lot of friends before, but now I had none. I hoped that when school started I could make some new ones. But I was going to be pretty lonely at home all summer.
Behind my trailer was one that had the back bedroom at that end, so my window looked out at the window of that bedroom. It had a huge window, and I could tell it was the master bedroom and had its own bathroom in it. My parents' bedroom had its own bathroom, too, but it was in the front of our trailer. The other trailer window had curtains hanging at it, parted in the middle and held back.
So I put my desk so I could look out the window, and I spent a lot of time at my computer and looking out the window at the boys playing at the basketball half-court I could just see part of between the trailer behind mine and the trailer next to it with the old couple in it. Looking at the boys playing was about my only entertainment as far as looking at boys. The internet wasn't as big as now, and porn was hard to find and was mostly pictures of men and women together, and none my age. So I soon got to like looking at men.
I had seen the guy living in the trailer behind ours a few times. He was gone at night, so I figured he worked nights. He was about twenty-five or older. He was handsome, and in good shape, with blond hair and a nice face. The porn on the computer had pretty much gotten me used to thinking of adults when I thought of sex, so I thought about what he would look like naked and often beat one off thinking about him.
It was about two weeks after moving in that I first saw the guy in his bedroom. He had the window up, and must have turned off the central air. It was a kind of cool night. Usually I didn't see him during the night, but this was a weekend, so I guess he wasn't working tonight. He was wearing jogging shorts and no shirt, and cleaning his room. Then he used he vacuum cleaner. It was easy to see him in the lights of his room, since it was dark outside. I only had my computer on, so my room was mostly dark. I turned the screen off to make sure he couldn't see me and watched him. It was kind of exciting. I could see his chest and legs, and his shorts were a little tight, so I could make out his tight butt and even that he had wasn't wearing any underwear by the shapes in front. I got pretty turned on, and shoved a hand in my pants.
I was playing with my dick, and imaging him naked, when I heard my parents laugh at something on tv in the living room, so I pulled my hand out of my pants. He finished cleaning his room and turned off the lights and walked down his hallway and disappeared in the front room. I watched and waited, but he didn't come back for a long time.
I waited for my parents to go to bed so I could close my bedroom door and look at porn and whack off.
He came back to his room a few times, and once I was playing a game on my computer, and when I looked, he was looking at me. When he saw me look up, he smiled and waved. I waved out of natural response before I even thought. He got something, then went back to the front of his trailer.
Later, my folks came to say goodnight, and then went to bed. It was almost midnight. I waited a while, watched a little tv, and then closed my door. I turned on the computer and started looking at porn with the sound way down on the tv in case my parents came to my room for something. They sometimes did if they saw my light on, but rarely did if only my tv was on and they could hear it.
While I was looking at porn, with my pants open and my dick out, the guy came into his room. His light came on, and I almost jumped out of my chair. I knew he couldn't see where my hands were, so that was fine, but it was still a huge turn-on. With my tv and computer screen on, he saw me, and waved. I waved back.
He couldn't see my screen, because it was facing me, away from the window, but he could probably see my face pretty good. He messed around with something, then walked into the bathroom in his room. He didn't close the door, but I couldn't see anything but a little of the bathroom wall. I think he took a shower, but I'm not sure. It was about twenty minutes. I was afraid to beat one off. I had curtains, but they were tied back, like his, and closing them and opening them was a pain because they were behind the desk and the computer screen, so I never closed them. I liked watching what little I could see of the boys playing basketball across the way.
I thought about closing my curtains. I mean, he could see in. But he couldn't see what I was doing. All he could see was the back of my computer screen, and my face above it. So it was really exciting to beat off with porn on the computer and know he could see my face, but not what I was doing.
When he came out, he was naked. I was like, oh my fucking god! He has to know I can see him!
He was nicely built, just like the guys in the porno pictures on my computer screen. He walked out of view, and then back, and then turned off the lights in his room and then walked down his hallway. I could see him all the way, until he got into his front room, then he was gone. He had a nice ass!
I beat one off like I was desperate for time. Probably one of the best ones yet. I even kind of squirted a little. Usually it just pumped out and didn't fly out, but this time it squirted out and landed on my lower belly. Really good one!
I sat at my computer for hours, waiting for him to come back, naked, and see him again, but he didn't. I got so tired I went to bed and beat one off again thinking about his naked body.
So the next night, I saw his lights come at at the same time again, and then he walked in front of the window, we waved. He was wearing short shorts and no shirt. He had a nice body. I got a good view of his ass from the side as he leaned over something, moving slightly. I couldn't figure out what he was doing, but I liked the view. Later, he took a shower. Same times as last night.. I sat there and ignored my computer, and played with my dick while he was in the shower. He came out naked again, and actually dried himself off right where I could see him doing it. Man, he had to know I could see him. No doubt. So he wasn't shy and was letting me. I was okay with that. Man, I beat it off and came while he was still drying himself. Another squirting cum. Good stuff!
He went to the front of his trailer, naked, and disappeared. I waited and waited, playing games, and later he came back, still naked, and this time getting hard. I swear! He didn't look at the window at all, but he walked right to his bed which was to the right of the window, and I saw his dick sticking out as he stood sideways just before he laid down, and then his lights went off.
Man, I beat another one out in record time! Didn't squirt, but it was a good one anyway,.
All week long, he got up at the same time, around nine at night, naked or just in jockeys, and did whatever he did to whatever it was to the right of the window, giving me that nice sideways view of his ass. Then he'd take a shower. Then he would dry off where I could see him, then get dressed and go to work. Sometimes I got up just before he got home, and he'd come into his room, get undressed, and I'd see him naked again while he put on a pair of jockeys.
So, the next weekend, this all happened again. I swear. He would wake up, wave if he saw me early in the night when I had my computer screen on and my lights off. But later, he would act like he couldn't see me. I knew he had to be able to. So I knew he was doing it on purpose.
Both nights he did the same thing. He would wake up, wave at me in just his underwear or naked, then do whatever so I got that good view of the side of his ass, use the bathroom, then go in front. Later, he'd clean or something in his room early on, just in jogging shorts or jockeys or naked, and then later he'd take a shower, come out naked, and dry himself off, and I'd whack one out really quick. Then he'd go to the front of his trailer and be gone for a couple of hours, then come back, still naked, do things in his room, and then turn off his lights. And I'd whack another one out.
Then another week of his pretending I wasn't even there, being naked or in jockeys or short shorts as did whatever it was to give me that view of the side of his ass, take a shower, dry off where I could see him, get dressed, then go to work. And at night, he come home, change out of his work clothes, put on just jockeys, and clean or do things from time to time in his room, and then take off his jockeys in front of the window and go to bed.
Then the third weekend, he cleaned his room naked. Wow. Then later a shower, towel off in his room, and then he went in front. And then later he came back, boned up, and messed around a bit in his room, then he went to bed.
I was getting pretty worn out, staying up until about six in the morning and sleeping all day. My parents complained that I needed to go outside and do things instead of playing video games all night. No way was I going to miss out on the show.
The fourth weekend, he woke up, we waved, him in just his jockeys, and he made his bed. I was now sure that was what he was doing. Such a great view of his ass as he bent over. Then he went up front a while, and later he came to clean his room, still only wearing jockeys. He took down the curtains and put them in the washer. He wiped down the window sills and sides, and cleaned the glass. In just his jockeys.
Now I had no doubts he was putting on a show for me. Right? I was into it. I played with my dick, keeping it hard, and waiting for the toweling off scene.
Later, he took his shower, right on time, and this time, he came out with a boner. He dried off, and dried it and his balls like three or four times. I knew this was a total show. And I was liking it. I sat there and whacked it right off as I watched him.
This time, he started beating it off. He stood there by his bathroom door, sort of leaning back against the door frame, and just jacked it off.
Oh, man!
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