My dick thickened as I listened to him moaning what sounded like three feet away. Was his bed right on the other side of the wall?
I palmed myself. I was so hard, so turned on from just listening to Lea moan. I squeezed my shaft and groaned, then slapped my other hand over my mouth.
Crap.
“Ungh, fuck yes.” Lea’s words were louder, more intelligible now.
The walls might as well not be there, with how clearly all the different moans and gasps were coming through. I arched my back, my hips moving to push myself harder into my hand, chasing the euphoric bursts of pleasure that spread through me every time I ran my palm over my tip.
No, it was wrong of me to get off tohimgetting off.
I let go of myself and tried to put the pillow over my head, clutching it down around my ears, but that made hardly any difference. I could still hear every single sound.
“Ohhh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Lea’s voice was saturated with lust. He sounded completely drunk with it—or maybe he was drunk.
I turned onto my stomach and panted into the mattress, still holding the pillow tight over my head to try and drown out the moans and gasps, but it wasn’t working.
“Yes, yes,yes,” Lea moaned.
Oh, god. My mind began picturing Lea, hovering over me, holding me down by my wrists and getting himself off on me. Saying all those words tome. Usingmeto take his pleasure.
“Shit,” I whispered, sliding my hand inside my boxers. I gasped at the touch, my fingers gliding over the wet crown and spreading my precum down my shaft.
A moan choked out of me, and I heard Lea’s muffled, “That feels so good. So fucking good.” There were small, erotic sounds interspersed with Lea’s dirty talk. “Yes, just like that. Keep going. Harder. Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard for you.”
My breaths rattled out of me, shuddering on every inhale, and I gripped myself hard. Lea’s voice was whiskey and honey,soaked in desire, and it invaded every atom of my being. It twisted down my spine and lodged itself right in my balls, starting a fire that was growing with every pant, every moan, every word he uttered. All I could see was black silk over soft, pale flesh, all I could hear was satin-covered smoke. My mind wouldn’t stop the endless barrage of little vignettes, all featuring Lea, sweat glistening on every inch of him, face flushed, eyes dark with lust as he rode my cock.
Lea cried out on the other side of the wall, a long moan that ended on a soft whimper.
I pumped my fist harder, faster, then bit down on the sheets to stifle my groans as cum exploded from me in heavy bursts. I lay there panting, stroking myself through the fading aftershocks as shame engulfed me completely.
Fuck.
I wasn’t going to ever be able to look Lea in the eyes again.
Oh, god, I was horrible person.
I had to leave.
4
BEAU
The seagull was back.
I blinked bleary eyes at its webbed feet perched on my windowsill as it stared at me with beady eyes. Its head moved in jerky tics as it watched me.
“Hello,” I said, my voice scratchy with sleep. It had been coming to my windowsill every day now. Should I give it a name? Jerry? “Hello, Jerry.”
It glared at me, squatted to poop, then flapped off the sill and out of sight.
Ew.
I should probably close my window…but I really liked having it open.
I slumped back against my pillow, then slipped out of bed and went straight to my computer, jiggling the mouse to wake it up.