Chapter 381 Girls Watching Guys:>Ep9

• After a much prolonged effort of standing there, he finally began to pee, and I was beside myself with how interesting it looked, this stream of water shooting out of that tiny, visible hole, while he held his little hose in his hand, pointing the water wherever he wanted it to go. For the entire time he stood there peeing, I didn't once take my eyes off the end of his dick, and the busy stream that came from it. As the flow petered out, I watched with great interest as he began to squirt a few last, short streams, and then began an extensive procedure of shaking his little hose, which bounced back and forth. Then he squeezed it multiple times. He wiped the end with a little toilet paper, squeezing it one last time and then flushed the toilet. Watching him "finish up" in this extensive way of handling himself seemed even more exciting than just watching him pee.
• At the most inopportune moment possible, the phone began to ring. With the bathroom door being open, and him not actually in the shower, I was afraid he would hear it and realize the door was open. So as quickly and quietly as I could I shut the door, and hastily tiptoed off to answer it. How dare someone disturb us in our moment of glory! To make it worse it was his friend Pete asking for Gary. Quickly I processed my options, either call Gary and risk ending the show of him masturbating, or lie and say he wasn't at home. I wisely chose the latter, and when the follow up question came of did I know where he was, I harshly responded, "I have no idea where he is, you think I keep tabs on his every move?"
• I'm such a convincing liar, aren't I? I had been watching his every move for the past seven days, and I wasn't about to nip the fruits of my labor in the bud by having Pete interrupt my golden moment. Hanging up the phone I ever so gingerly made my return to the bathroom door, afraid at what I may have missed out on. Opening it ever so carefully this time, in case he was still out of the shower, I was shocked to see him standing in front of the sink, now even that much closer to me, affording yet a better view. And what was this? He stood in front of the sink brushing his teeth, with a fully erect penis! Did all that handling he did when he finished peeing make him that aroused?