u/my_alone_time

My girlfriend met her best friend when they roomed together in college. The two of them lived in a small, cinderblock dorm room that barely had enough space to hold their two beds, dressers, and desks. Because it was so small and lacked any privacy, her roommate would spend the night at her boyfriend’s dorm whenever I stayed there overnight and my girlfriend would spend the night at my dorm whenever her roommate’s boyfriend slept over. It was on very rare occasion that all four of us spent the night in the same dorm room, but when it did happen, it was always after a late night of drinking when none of us were up for trekking to the opposite end of campus.

And it was on one such night, after we were in our respective beds and the lights were out, that my girlfriend and I started to hear muted shuffling on the other side of the room. And through the darkness, it was still possible to detect a faint silhouette of a head slowly moving in an unmistakeable bobbing motion.

“Are you guys….oh my god, YOU ARE, aren’t you?!” My girlfriend exclaimed in disbelief.

The two girls were very close friends and confided in each other about everything, so despite the stern tone in my girlfriend’s voice, it was apparent that her incredulousness was all in jest.

Laughter rang out from the darkness.

“We thought you were already asleep!” her roommate said giggling. “He asked, so I…I’m sorry. We’ll stop”.
Laughing, my girlfriend replied “No, it’s fine. You can finish up”.

“What?!? That’s no fair! What about me??” I blurted out hopefully.

Though I wasn’t able to see her face in the darkness, I could practically hear my girlfriend rolling her eyes. Finally, with an exaggerated sigh, she said “Fine” and scooted lower in the bed, tugging down the waistband of my shorts and pulling my dick into her mouth.

Now, fully aware of what the other couple was doing just a few feet away, none of us felt the need to be so discreet. He climaxed first, his grunts ringing out across the room. This immediately triggered my own orgasm and I made no attempt to stifle the sounds from my own pleasure while my girlfriend swallowed the load I blew into her mouth. After a few more giggles and some small-talk whispered softly across the room, we all drifted off the sleep.

The next day, my girlfriend and her roommate discussed what had happened and agreed that it was for the best if we avoided doing that again. And despite our pleas to reconsider, they held firm.

I would awaken virtually every night to the sound of a slow, rhythmic tapping through my bedroom wall. The steady cadence was always accompanied by the sound of creaking bed springs and a chorus of muted grunts and coos. Even in this drowsy state, my cock would immediately swell to attention as if it had anticipated this sleep interruption. Which it probably had, of course, since this was very much a nightly ritual in the apartment. While I laid alone in my bed, my roommates the next room over would frequently be fucking each other on the other side of the wall we shared. Loudly.
My fully engorged cock always betrayed any attempt to feign disinterest and will myself back to sleep. Their sexual habits were certainly none of my business, after all. But when you share a paper-thin wall with a couple as horny and loud as they were, it wasn’t easy to feel like an unwitting bystander. Far from it. With the vibrations reverberating through the wall causing my own bed to tremor and the cacophony of passion ringing out so loudly just inches from my ear, it felt like I was in fact a very active participant in their nightly frolics. I had no choice than to acknowledge that there was only one thing I could do if I wanted to fall back to sleep again.
My rock solid cock would enthusiastically sprung from my underwear as I slid the waistband down past my thighs. Gripping it in my right hand, I would match their rhythm. Lightly fondling and caressing at first, followed by long rhythmic strokes. And as I could tell by their quickening tempo that my roommates were edging closer and closer to their orgasms, I would work myself towards my own. Head back, mouth open, and pumping frantically, I would often erupt in unison, spraying my hand and belly with thick layers of cum. And as I heard their slow labored breathing and soft triumphant giggles in the aftermath of this apparently mind-blowing coupling, I too laid there and fought to catch my breath. I would reach for a tissue to mop up the mess I just made and then, and only then, would I be able to drift blissfully back to sleep.
I never discussed any of this with either roommate…we were not on close enough terms to talk about such intimate things. And while l’m someone who doesn’t operate well on little sleep, I thought it was a worthwhile trade-off for having a front row seat, and I daresay even a guest-starring role, to the nightly festivities.

My girlfriend met her best friend when they roomed together in college. The two of them lived in a small, cinderblock dorm room that barely had enough space to hold their two beds, dressers, and desks. Because it was so small and lacked any privacy, her roommate would spend the night at her boyfriend’s dorm whenever I stayed there overnight and my girlfriend would spend the night at my dorm whenever her roommate’s boyfriend slept over. It was on very rare occasion that all four of us spent the night in the same dorm room, but when it did happen, it was always after a late night of drinking when none of us were up for trekking to the opposite end of campus.
And it was on one such night, after we were in our respective beds and the lights were out, that my girlfriend and I started to hear muted shuffling on the other side of the room. And through the darkness, it was still possible to detect a faint silhouette of a head slowly moving in an unmistakeable bobbing motion.
“Are you guys….oh my god, YOU ARE, aren’t you?!” My girlfriend exclaimed in disbelief.
The two girls were very close friends and confided in each other about everything, so despite the stern tone in my girlfriend’s voice, it was apparent that her incredulousness was all in jest.
Laughter rang out from the darkness.
“We thought you were already asleep!” her roommate said giggling. “He asked, so I…I’m sorry. We’ll stop”.
Laughing, my girlfriend replied “No, it’s fine. You can finish up”.
“What?!? That’s no fair! What about me??” I blurted out hopefully.
Though I wasn’t able to see her face in the darkness, I could practically hear my girlfriend rolling her eyes. Finally, with an exaggerated sigh, she said “Fine” and scooted lower in the bed, tugging down the waistband of my shorts and pulling my dick into her mouth.
Now, fully aware of what the other couple was doing just a few feet away, none of us felt the need to be so discreet. He climaxed first, his grunts ringing out across the room. This immediately triggered my own orgasm and I made no attempt to stifle the sounds from my own pleasure while my girlfriend swallowed the load I blew into her mouth. After a few more giggles and some small-talk whispered softly across the room, we all drifted off the sleep.
The next day, my girlfriend and her roommate discussed what had happened and agreed that it was for the best if we avoided doing that again. And despite our pleas to reconsider, they held firm.

I would awaken virtually every night to the sound of a slow, rhythmic tapping through my bedroom wall. The steady cadence was always accompanied by the sound of creaking bed springs and a chorus of muted grunts and coos. Even in this drowsy state, my cock would immediately swell to attention as if it had anticipated this sleep interruption. Which it probably had, of course, since this was very much a nightly ritual in the apartment. While I laid alone in my bed, my roommates the next room over would frequently be fucking each other on the other side of the wall we shared. Loudly.
My fully engorged cock always betrayed any attempt to feign disinterest and will myself back to sleep. Their sexual habits were certainly none of my business, after all. But when you share a paper-thin wall with a couple as horny and loud as they were, it wasn’t easy to feel like an unwitting bystander. Far from it. With the vibrations reverberating through the wall causing my own bed to tremor and the cacophony of passion ringing out so loudly just inches from my ear, it felt like I was in fact a very active participant in their nightly frolics. I had no choice than to acknowledge that there was only one thing I could do if I wanted to fall back to sleep again.
My rock solid cock would enthusiastically sprung from my underwear as I slid the waistband down past my thighs. Gripping it in my right hand, I would match their rhythm. Lightly fondling and caressing at first, followed by long rhythmic strokes. And as I could tell by their quickening tempo that my roommates were edging closer and closer to their orgasms, I would work myself towards my own. Head back, mouth open, and pumping frantically, I would often erupt in unison, spraying my hand and belly with thick layers of cum. And as I heard their slow labored breathing and soft triumphant giggles in the aftermath of this apparently mind-blowing coupling, I too laid there and fought to catch my breath. I would reach for a tissue to mop up the mess I just made and then, and only then, would I be able to drift blissfully back to sleep.
I never discussed any of this with either roommate…we were not on close enough terms to talk about such intimate things. And while l’m someone who doesn’t operate well on little sleep, I thought it was a worthwhile trade-off for having a front row seat, and I daresay even a guest-starring role, to the nightly festivities.

I would awaken virtually every night to the sound of a slow, rhythmic tapping through my bedroom wall. The steady cadence was always accompanied by the sound of creaking bed springs and a chorus of muted grunts and coos. Even in this drowsy state, my cock would immediately swell to attention as if it had anticipated this sleep interruption. Which it probably had, of course, since this was very much a nightly ritual in the apartment. While I laid alone in my bed, my roommates the next room over would frequently be fucking each other on the other side of the wall we shared. Loudly.
My fully engorged cock always betrayed any attempt to feign disinterest and will myself back to sleep. Their sexual habits were certainly none of my business, after all. But when you share a paper-thin wall with a couple as horny and loud as they were, it wasn’t easy to feel like an unwitting bystander. Far from it. With the vibrations reverberating through the wall causing my own bed to tremor and the cacophony of passion ringing out so loudly just inches from my ear, it felt like I was in fact a very active participant in their nightly frolics. I had no choice than to acknowledge that there was only one thing I could do if I wanted to fall back to sleep again.
My rock solid cock would enthusiastically sprung from my underwear as I slid the waistband down past my thighs. Gripping it in my right hand, I would match their rhythm. Lightly fondling and caressing at first, followed by long rhythmic strokes. And as I could tell by their quickening tempo that my roommates were edging closer and closer to their orgasms, I would work myself towards my own. Head back, mouth open, and pumping frantically, I would often erupt in unison, spraying my hand and belly with thick layers of cum. And as I heard their slow labored breathing and soft triumphant giggles in the aftermath of this apparently mind-blowing coupling, I too laid there and fought to catch my breath. I would reach for a tissue to mop up the mess I just made and then, and only then, would I be able to drift blissfully back to sleep.
I never discussed any of this with either roommate…we were not on close enough terms to talk about such intimate things. And while l’m someone who doesn’t operate well on little sleep, I thought it was a worthwhile trade-off for having a front row seat, and I daresay even a guest-starring role, to the nightly festivities.

I would awaken virtually every night to the sound of a slow, rhythmic tapping through my bedroom wall. The steady cadence was always accompanied by the sound of creaking bed springs and a chorus of muted grunts and coos. Even in this drowsy state, my cock would immediately swell to attention as if it had anticipated this sleep interruption. Which it probably had, of course, since this was very much a nightly ritual in the apartment. While I laid alone in my bed, my roommates the next room over would frequently be fucking each other on the other side of the wall we shared. Loudly.
My fully engorged cock always betrayed any attempt to feign disinterest and will myself back to sleep. Their sexual habits were certainly none of my business, after all. But when you share a paper-thin wall with a couple as horny and loud as they were, it wasn’t easy to feel like an unwitting bystander. Far from it. With the vibrations reverberating through the wall causing my own bed to tremor and the cacophony of passion ringing out so loudly just inches from my ear, it felt like I was in fact a very active participant in their nightly frolics. I had no choice than to acknowledge that there was only one thing I could do if I wanted to fall back to sleep again.
My rock solid cock would enthusiastically sprung from my underwear as I slid the waistband down past my thighs. Gripping it in my right hand, I would match their rhythm. Lightly fondling and caressing at first, followed by long rhythmic strokes. And as I could tell by their quickening tempo that my roommates were edging closer and closer to their orgasms, I would work myself towards my own. Head back, mouth open, and pumping frantically, I would often erupt in unison, spraying my hand and belly with thick layers of cum. And as I heard their slow labored breathing and soft triumphant giggles in the aftermath of this apparently mind-blowing coupling, I too laid there and fought to catch my breath. I would reach for a tissue to mop up the mess I just made and then, and only then, would I be able to drift blissfully back to sleep.
I never discussed any of this with either roommate…we were not on close enough terms to talk about such intimate things. And while l’m someone who doesn’t operate well on little sleep, I thought it was a worthwhile trade-off for having a front row seat, and I daresay even a guest-starring role, to the nightly festivities.

I would awaken virtually every night to the sound of a slow, rhythmic tapping through my bedroom wall. The steady cadence was always accompanied by the sound of creaking bed springs and a chorus of muted grunts and coos. Even in this drowsy state, my cock would immediately swell to attention as if it had anticipated this sleep interruption. Which it probably had, of course, since this was very much a nightly ritual in the apartment. While I laid alone in my bed, my roommates the next room over would frequently be fucking each other on the other side of the wall we shared. Loudly.
My fully engorged cock always betrayed any attempt to feign disinterest and will myself back to sleep. Their sexual habits were certainly none of my business, after all. But when you share a paper-thin wall with a couple as horny and loud as they were, it wasn’t easy to feel like an unwitting bystander. Far from it. With the vibrations reverberating through the wall causing my own bed to tremor and the cacophony of passion ringing out so loudly just inches from my ear, it felt like I was in fact a very active participant in their nightly frolics. I had no choice than to acknowledge that there was only one thing I could do if I wanted to fall back to sleep again.
My rock solid cock would enthusiastically sprung from my underwear as I slid the waistband down past my thighs. Gripping it in my right hand, I would match their rhythm. Lightly fondling and caressing at first, followed by long rhythmic strokes. And as I could tell by their quickening tempo that my roommates were edging closer and closer to their orgasms, I would work myself towards my own. Head back, mouth open, and pumping frantically, I would often erupt in unison, spraying my hand and belly with thick layers of cum. And as I heard their slow labored breathing and soft triumphant giggles in the aftermath of this apparently mind-blowing coupling, I too laid there and fought to catch my breath. I would reach for a tissue to mop up the mess I just made and then, and only then, would I be able to drift blissfully back to sleep.
I never discussed any of this with either roommate…we were not on close enough terms to talk about such intimate things. And while l’m someone who doesn’t operate well on little sleep, I thought it was a worthwhile trade-off for having a front row seat, and I daresay even a guest-starring role, to the nightly festivities.

I would awaken virtually every night to the sound of a slow, rhythmic tapping through my bedroom wall. The steady cadence was always accompanied by the sound of creaking bed springs and a chorus of muted grunts and coos. Even in this drowsy state, my cock would immediately swell to attention as if it had anticipated this sleep interruption. Which it probably had, of course, since this was very much a nightly ritual in the apartment. While I laid alone in my bed, my roommates the next room over would frequently be fucking each other on the other side of the wall we shared. Loudly.
My fully engorged cock always betrayed any attempt to feign disinterest and will myself back to sleep. Their sexual habits were certainly none of my business, after all. But when you share a paper-thin wall with a couple as horny and loud as they were, it wasn’t easy to feel like an unwitting bystander. Far from it. With the vibrations reverberating through the wall causing my own bed to tremor and the cacophony of passion ringing out so loudly just inches from my ear, it felt like I was in fact a very active participant in their nightly frolics. I had no choice than to acknowledge that there was only one thing I could do if I wanted to fall back to sleep again.
My rock solid cock would enthusiastically sprung from my underwear as I slid the waistband down past my thighs. Gripping it in my right hand, I would match their rhythm. Lightly fondling and caressing at first, followed by long rhythmic strokes. And as I could tell by their quickening tempo that my roommates were edging closer and closer to their orgasms, I would work myself towards my own. Head back, mouth open, and pumping frantically, I would often erupt in unison, spraying my hand and belly with thick layers of cum. And as I heard their slow labored breathing and soft triumphant giggles in the aftermath of this apparently mind-blowing coupling, I too laid there and fought to catch my breath. I would reach for a tissue to mop up the mess I just made and then, and only then, would I be able to drift blissfully back to sleep.
I never discussed any of this with either roommate…we were not on close enough terms to talk about such intimate things. And while l’m someone who doesn’t operate well on little sleep, I thought it was a worthwhile trade-off for having a front row seat, and I daresay even a guest-starring role, to the nightly festivities.