I am spread out, naked, on my twin-sized bed in the apartment that I rent. I live on the second floor of a three story brick building. I live alone. Too alone for me. Been alone most of my life, and though I wish with all my might to find a lover...my actions are not enough to make it happen, not yet, anyway. I was with a guy for a few dates several months back...
"Can you be more quiet, please?!"
Why?
"I have nosy neighbors, and these walls are thin."
Every time he thrust in to me, my body got pushed back into the bed, and I let out a loud moan. It sounded good to me - a genuine expression of my feelings...so I let it continue. I like to be heard. Anyway, I am staring up at the ceiling while stroking my dick, and I start to hear movement above me. I was in his apartment once when I asked him to turn down his music. Hi, I live under you - really like the music.. but could you...
"Sorry, man, did not know someone moved in below me - you are real quiet!"
Sometimes. Now I fantasize seeing through my ceiling. I am a bit telepathic, really. I have not been very quiet during this current jerk session. Is he listening to me? He shuffles a bit. I let out a loud moan to test the waters. He stops. Yes, he is listening. My cue to ramp this up! Now my dick gets a fresh fullness to it and I concentrate on the cockhead because that makes me moan more than anything. Almost anything.
I grab some more lube and start to finger my hole. I gaze right through his floorboards. The first poke inside makes me moan - always does. This one is louder and longer by design. So I am slightly faking it - who cares?! Apparently he does! I have heard the sound he makes when he gets into his bed at night. His shoes hit the floor. I hear a closet door open. The ceiling above me squeaks a bit and his body bounces once on his mattress. It is now three in the afternoon on a Sunday - no one sleeps now. I just heard those bed sounds from above and my unseen friend is listening to me, I just know it!
Over the next ten minutes, I get myself worked up real good. The sounds I let out are louder than ever and exaggerated quite a bit. His bed moves to my rhythm and I bet you anything he is jerking to my music! Damn, this feels good! By the way, the guy above me is hot! His name is Yondin. I think he is Rorgan, but he could be a mix. He mentioned something about 'his girl' when I was up there, but I have never seen a girl go upstairs. Sure is hot thinking that Yondin is stroking to my moans. I want to ramp this up. I let out a: OH! DAMN! - loud enough so I know he can hear the words. He gets up from his bed. Footsteps on the stairs. Crap.
Knock, knock. "Hey Corjix, you home, bud? I need a favor."
I scramble to throw on a loose covering over my chest - it sort of hides my bush, so I open the door with a smile. Hi, Yondin, come in.
"Thought I heard you were home. Can you help me get this damn sliver out of my finger?"
Sure, sit down. How did you do it?
"I was on my bed...the wood frame must have gotten splintered somehow."