This is a work of pure fiction. All persons and events herein are fictional. Any and all resemblance to actual persons and events is purely coincidental. Persons portrayed are 18 years of age and older. Please feel free to comment.
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As I was first moving into my new apartment, my next-door neighbor was taking his dog for a walk - we'll call him Dallas. I had moved to attend grad school and this building, a renovated Victorian divided into apartments in a somewhat scruffy old New England mill town, was within both my budget and travel radius. I was overjoyed to get it and Dallas was icing on the cake.
Dallas is taller and older than me and, like the town, a bit rough around the edges with tattoos, perennial stubble and piercings. Despite appearances, he was a good guy. In the few months I've been here he's given me a hand with some things like moving my new couch in or giving me advice on the best pizza in town and what not. We've shared a few beers and watched some ball games on TV a couple of times - I've since learned to cheer on the Sox. He's a generally cool guy. Unfortunately, we share a common wall in the bedroom.
Being new to town and busy at school and work, I hadn't been getting a lot of play, so it was very frustrating to hear him, and his girl get it on like rabbits while I tackled things solo. I suppose the silver lining is that they sounded like porn stars. I could just lay back and close my eyes as I imagine their sweaty naked bodies crashing into each other. Still, I was jealous of the regularity of their fucking. Dallas and Debbie would usually bone early in the morning and I would take the time to polish some morning wood. But it would seriously piss me off when they decided to fuck late at night. At the end of the first semester I had finals coming up and projects to work on and I was desperate for sleep, so of course they had to bang at one in the morning. The thumping and squeaking of the bed were almost masked by the headboard clattering on the wall. I pulled on some pajamas, went to their door and knocked loudly. I guess that got their attention because a few minutes later a sweaty and flushed Dallas came to the door.
"What's up man?" Dallas looked a bit flustered at seeing me at this hour. Doubtlessly he knew I heard them. His muscular arms crossed over his heavily tattooed bare chest as a guard against the cold of the hall.
"Hey. You think the two of you can keep it down? You're keeping me up."
Dallas looked down.
"I can see that dude. Damn."
I cannot deny that their moans were turning me on, and my erection hadn't died down when I got dressed. A smile crossed Dallas' face when a voice called out from behind him.
"Everything alright, baby?" Debbie was peering out from over his shoulder.