Thin walls are the hallmark of a college freshman's dorm. Jack's dorm walls were no exception. No matter where you were, there was somebody yelling or house music blasting. But this is how college goes. Luckily, there was a pretty strict noise ordinance that required quiet after 10 pm. 5 days into Jack's first year of college, the ordinance was broken a few times, but this never lasted for long until an RA came and had them quiet down.
Jack chose to live in a single room, which gave him the freedom to do as he pleased, when he pleased. He was not particularly social in high school, spending most of his free time playing video games. He had great grades without studying much, and his parents let him do whatever he wanted as long as his grades remained straight A's. They were not around too often, both working full time, leaving him and his sister home alone for the most part since they were 10. Jack continued to live his solitary life through his first week of college, with little interest in getting out to meet people. Most of his wants in life were in his room.
With so much time spent in his room, Jack developed a keen sense of what was going on in the dorm by listening when he wasn't gaming with headphones on. One particularly intriguing noise consistently came from next door. His neighbor's name was Peyton, and she clearly enjoyed having loud sex. At least every night so far, and more than a few instances during the day as well. Peyton's bed was bumping, if not slamming, into her shared wall while she moaned and begged to be fucked by at least a few guys.
So far, Jack didn't mind. It was actually incredibly arousing. The walls were thin enough that he essentially had the soundtrack to a porno. Being the loner that he is, Jack didn't have much interaction with girls outside of porn, while remaining a typically horny 18 year old. Jack didn't really know what typical was as a reference point, but he figured masturbating 3-5 times a day wasn't atypical. Hearing sex sounds from what sounds like a hot girl a few times a day might make a guy even hornier.
Jack was not sure what Peyton looked like at this point. He had not ventured out of his room enough for them to bump into each other, and from his listening, she was not there more often than when she was fucking or sleeping. While he was incredibly curious to put a face to the sounds, his imagination had no problem filling in the blanks. It was the Tuesday night before the first day of classes, and Jack could hear that Peyton had just got back to her room at about 9:30pm. She put on some quiet Taylor Swift to fill the void, but this was just barely loud enough for Jack to hear. Jack could hear Peyton sing along with some exuberance to a few of her favorite songs. Her voice was not that of a pop star, but definitely pleasant to listen to. Her confidence to belt out some of the songs told you a bit about her personality.
20 minutes later there was a knock at her door, followed by a very deep voice conversing with her more high pitched twang. During regular conversation, Jack could only make out a few words and high pitched giggles until they moved to the bed that shared a wall with his. At this proximity, he could hear most of what they had to say. In this case, there was only a few minutes of flirting followed by silence. Within a few minutes, Jack began to hear some faint female moans and the occasional, "Yes! Yes Damian!" The thought of a potentially hot and horny coed getting pleasured a few feet from him made Jack's cock quickly stand at attention and beg to be stroked.
Jack turned his x-box off and removed his shorts letting his cock spring free. He positioned himself in bed to stroke his cock and easily hear through the wall. The moans began to become more hastened as Peyton urged Damian to go faster. It was unclear to Jack whether he was eating her pussy or fingering her clit, but he could usually tell by the bed rocking if the fucking had started yet. The voices he heard led him to picture a tall black guy going lapping up the sweet juices of a young blond college freshman. Peyton was rather vocal, and encouraged her partner rather often as well as gave him praise. As her moans waxed and waned, her impending orgasm built as she warned Damian. He clearly got the message as loud shrieks came through the wall and a surprising slap of the wall signaled her arrival to an orgasm.
"That's my boy!" Peyton said breathlessly. "Now get those pants off and let me suck that cock."
