The next night I looked from my bedroom window and saw the bathroom light on at my new next door neighbor. I climbed out the window sill and snuck over the ledge to the lit bathroom window. I climbed up a tree that was positioned just perfectly for a good view into his bathroom. Oh, what good fortune! The bathroom light was bright and I could see him clearly. I watched him sitting on the toilet with a magazine on his lap. He was reading it while stroking his cock with right hand. I now saw what his cock looked like. It was big and fat, like a sausage with a reddish head. It stood straight up. The foreskin slid up and down over his cock-head as he jerked off. What a beautiful piece of meat, I thought. Then I saw him reaching under his ass. Then I realized that he was shitting and getting off at the same time! He bent his head over and I saw his cum spurt from his pee-hole. The creamy sperm shot into the air hitting his mouth.
This was too good to be true. An actual man next door who enjoyed what I liked. I had to find a way to meet him but I did not have the nerve. Besides, why would he have an interest in a little girl? The next few weeks, I spent most of my nights waiting for him to appear in front of a window. One night, I peeked in his bathroom window and saw him pissing in the toilet. How strange that a man didn’t need to sit down on the bowl. He stood there with his pants down, holding his big cock with one hand as a stream of golden fluid splashed into the toilet bowl. I wished I could get a closer view. Then when he was finished, he shook it so that the remaining drops would fall off. Cool, I thought.
It took me two more weeks before I came up with a plan and the nerve to approach him. On a Saturday evening, I put on tight fitting jeans, and a tank top and with walked to his front and knocked. When he opened the door, I pretended to be interested in selling him raffle tickets from my school. I was thrilled when he generously bought two tickets and invited me in. No doubt he could tell I was interested in him by the way I stared at him, wide eyed. He introduced himself as Paul and I told him my name. He offered me a coke and I gratefully took it. We sat down in his living room. Then he started asking all kinds of questions about my parents and if I was allowed to visit him and so on. I suppose he was testing the waters to see where I was coming from. I gave him every clue possible. I sat with my legs apart and gave him coy looks, I took off my shoes and brushed my bare feet against his leg. Then I asked if he would show me around the house. By the bulge in his pants I could tell he was getting interested. He showed me around, but for some reason, he avoided the bedroom. I told him that he forgot to show me a room. He, hesitated, and told me that I probably shouldn’t see that room since it might shock a young girl as myself. I told him I wanted to see it and that nothing would shock me. He shrugged and took me in. As we entered, I saw sex pictures hanging on the wall. The photos showed men and women fucking each other. I asked about them and he told me that he liked sex. This got me aroused and I couldn’t believe what I said to him next: I asked him to show me how he did it. After a brief pause, he asked me if I had ever had sex with a man before. I told him, no, but that I wanted to find out. Like a fool, I confessed that I had looked through his window and watched him having sex with his girl friend. I told him, he was the first real person I’d ever seen having sex. Then, even more foolishly, I told him I also watched him through the bathroom window. I wanted to know all. When he heard this, he got red in the face, but did not say anything for a minute.
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