Growing up, the houses in my hometown were quite close. I'll never forget when I was about 19 and noticing outside my window the new guy moving into the house next door. He had a mustache, about 36, was just a little overweight, handsome enough, and single (he had a girlfriend that would visit now and then). He always drove home from work late, around 1am. I would often awaken to his truck arriving in the driveway just below my window. I would then wait patiently in the dark for him to go to his bedroom, which (lucky, lucky me) was directly across from mine. Sometimes he'd close the shade, first thing. Other times, he'd close it halfway, or not at all. Hot summer nights were best. He'd strip down to his underwear, and a couple of times, he'd take those off while in my sightline. He had HUGE balls that hung way down, and a gigantic dick (in the top 5 I've ever seen). Never saw anything sexual go on, but one day I heard his shower going, and again waited for him to enter his room. It was only for about 3 seconds, but I saw him in his hallway just outside his bedroom grab a towel from a table there, and I caught a glimpse of his hard member, sticking waaaaaaaaaaay out. He must have jacked off in the shower, because it looked to be a good 12 plus long. Huge! Wish I had seen more, wish I had spoken to him, but never did. He moved while I still lived at home, and I hear he's married now with a daughter (there were more than a couple of times I heard the girlfriend squealing with delight from his bedroom; I'm sure she was very satisfied). I'll never forget that giant firehose of his. I dream of going on his porch where he used to sit and drink a beer, and starting a conversation with him, maybe ending up jacking off together. Any true stories of next door neighbors you were able to spy on?