Thinking about the guy in the upstairs apartment
I can hear the young guy in the upstairs apartment jerking-off and I’m really into it.
The first night after he moved in I thought I heard some creaks and squeaks. The next night … well it was obvious when the rhythmic creaks of the bed frame ended with soft moans before going quiet.
I figure this is his first place away from home and that he now has the freedom to do what he likes whenever he likes. This includes waking-up and jerking off, coming home from work and jerking off, going to bed at night and jerking off … a couple of times, and sometimes waking in the middle of the night and jerking off.
When he first moved in, from start-to-finish was around a minute but over time he has prolonged his night time activity. There’s a breathless delicacy to what I can hear and at times he can sound quite feminine. There are also some familiar noises that I really like and which give some clues about what‘s likely to come next out of his mouth, bed frame and dick.
For the first month I had no idea what he looked like. Now being able to put a face to him has only enhanced my pleasure as this lanky skater guy writhes in pleasure just above me. Most of all I like his vulnerability during this private and wholesome act that includes excitedly stripping and clambering into bed; thinking sexy thoughts as he begins to rub his engorged dick; grinding his arse and legs into the mattress; shifting position, grip and tempo; (rarely) pausing; panting; moaning softly; and finally ejaculating. No doubt feeling dominant, safe and secure, he’s oblivious to the outside world, including the guy downstairs that has turned his lovely solo act into his own masturbation fodder.