My neighbor boy's name was Johnny. I had grown up with him and knew him very well. Then, one evening, this happened.
We lived in two story houses that were real close together. My and Johnny's rooms were just across from each other. I almost always had my blinds open and Johnny usually kept his closed. But, on this one evening I looked out my window and saw that Johnny had his blinds cracked open. I could'nt help but look over and see what I could see. Johnny had his light on and I could see him laying on his bed. I looked at his face and could see he was taking quick looks to see if I was there and acting like he didn't see me. He then put his hand down on his crouch and started rubbing his hand there. I was wondering what he was doing. It didn't take long to fine out.
Johnny took a glance to see if I were still there looking and then he unfastened his pants and pushed them down. He then pushed down his shorts showing me his 'privates'! But, his 'THING' (what I knew it as back then) was big and hard looking! I'd never heared about this before at the time so I was a bit shocked. Johnny kept stealing little peeks to see that I was still watching. He then wrapped his hand around it and started going up and down on it. I watched and next thing I knew he went faster and then pushed his hips up and I could see this white stuff shooting out of it. All I knew was it wasn't pee. Johnny then relaxed all the while glancing to see if I was still watching. He then got up and went to his bath room.
It was several years before I learned about what I saw Johnny doing that evening. Johnny often did this for me to see. I could see he enjoyed having me see him showing me his 'thing' and his playing with it. Of course, years later what I leard from Johnny back then came in real handy when I started to get sexually active with some boyfriends. Now 32 and I'm still called on by my husband to 'play' with his 'thing' sometimes. Thanks to Johnny; I've always been good at doing this!