Storm 3

'You feeling cold?' he asked.

I looked at him, and nodded my head.

'Here,' he said, moving ass to one side of the bed, leaving me some space to enjoy the blanket.

I paused. But the chill I felt was too uncomfortable.

I sat down, shivering, and pull my side of the blanket to cover myself. I rubbed my hands profusely, hoping that my hands would feel less cold.

His naked thigh was next to mine. My butt was touching his. I was fully conscious of it, and I tried to peek at Jack. He looked undisturbed. He had this distance look, written on his face. Like he was thinking of something else, and nothing in the room was in his mind.

I told myself to stop it. It was nothing. It was really nothing.

But I was not buying that myself.

When two good-looking naked guys sat this close in a room, with their skins touching, how could that be no sexual tension? My heart beat faster again.

But the blanket did nothing to reduce my shivering. Damn! I was gonna catch cold.

'Still cold?'

I turned, and saw Jack was looking at me.

I nodded my head.

He got up, with his cock, hanging down, in front of me. 'You can have it all.'

I was stunned. Was he offering me his cock? That was fag!

Jack walked away. Oh... he was referring to the blanket.

That night, I lied down on my side of the bed, listening to the rain. It had turned to drizzle, but no one could tell if this meant an end to the rain eventually. I had felt better, since my body worked itself to the warmth of the room. Plus the blanket helped.

Jack was on his side of the bed. His eyes were closed. I did not know whether he had fallen asleep or not. But I was glad that he had closed his eyes. That meant that I did not have to try to have any conversation with him. I had tried, but failed an hour ago. That was why I tried to sleep early. I gave up.

But an hour later, I was still fresh. Damn, I cursed.

I watched Jack. The blanket covered his hips and below. His upper body was naked to my eyes. My eyes followed the outline of his chests and the abs. I wondered how hard he had worked, to get a body this good. I bet I would have laid more girls, with a body like that.

And then, my mind drifted to Norah again, and her tits.

A few minutes later, I felt the wall knocked. And then, more. I listened.

I turned to Jack. His eyes were open. He was listening too.

And then, groans. Loud. And then, softer. Louder again. But they were groans. The banging on the wall continued, plus creaking sound.

And then, faintly, the voices of men, talking dirty.

Then, more moaning.

It was the room next door. The men were having sex. Each thrust sent their bed to bang against the wall.

I turned to look at Jack again. He was listening.

There were groans. Whoever they were, they were really into their pleasure.

So, there I was, naked in bed with Jack, listening to some gay guys next door having sex. I did not know if I should be disgusted, or that I should just enjoyed the voyeur. But I did know that I should have jerked off earlier. The moanings were getting to me.

I peeked at Jack again. He was not bothered by the moans. In fact, eventually, he just shut his eyes, as if he was mixing the sound of the drizzle and the moans to put him to sleep.

I could not. I felt weird. I was really began to be more conscious of Jack's nakedness beside me, and to think that I wanted to feel this hunk's body. I was curious. I wanted to know his hardness - how firm his body was. And to imagine the two men we had met earlier, now fucking each other, in the next door, was an add-on to my growing hard-on. If I did not do anything, I would be answering to Jack soon, on the reason my cock grew to my full size of 7 1/2 inches, listening to the men's groans.

I pulled the blanket up. In doing that, I uncovered more of Jack. I saw his hand. He was rubbing his crotch. His cock had grown to almost his full size. And even though he knew his cock was fully exposed now to me, he did not even try to hide it. He just merely covered his hard cock with his palm. But I swore his fingers were still rubbing his thick shaft.

I looked.

He must had figured it. He turned his face and saw me staring. I quickly diverted my attention elsewhere. I did not even dare to ask.

'I get hard. Often.' That was what I heard from him.

As if his offer of excuse was an opportunity for me to turn my face back, and looked at his hard-on. It was a beautiful 9 inches hard-on. His fingers stopped the caressing, the moment he knew I was watching. He just left the hand there.

The moanings from the next door continued. And then, with a slightly louder yelp, the wall was silent again. No more banging. It was quiet. The men had cummed.

Jack pulled the blanket, but it was just enough to cover his crotch. He did not attempt further. He just left the blanket, as it was, covering half of his hip, and exposing the other. He had moved his hand away. His 9 inches making a dent, obvious to my eyes.

I faced up the ceiling. My cock had grown hard too. I wished I could jerk off. But not in front of Jack. And going to the bathroom then was pretty obvious. I covered my groin, with my hands, hoping that Jack knew not of my problem.

Jack was cool, being an exhibitionist. I was not.

Miraculously, half an hour later, the gays next door seemed to find their stamina back. They were at it again. But this time, it was the moaning. No more bed banging the wall. I was still awake. My cock had lost its erection, but with the moaning, I was not sure.

I turned my head, to listen carefully, if there was indeed moaning. I saw Jack. He was awake too. He was resting the back of his head, on his arm. His eyes were opened. My eyes followed his other arm. It ended where his crotch was. Jack was playing with himself.

The groans grew louder for a second. And then, we could hear faint voices saying something, before even more moans were heard.

As if Jack had enough of the disturbance, he got up. Kneeling on the bed, he pressed his ear on the wall. His hard dick was standing thick, pointing to the wall. It was the first time I saw his hard cock up close. It was thick.

Jack continued to listen. It was not so hard to believe that he could hear what they were saying, in between the groans. Jack moved his head around, pressing on different places on the wall for a clearer listen.

And then, just beside me, he found a good spot. It seemed that the voices were clearer there. Jack's hard cock was only two feet away from my face. I felt embarrassed. I did not want to enjoy the view of his cock. Big, it was, but still, hey, I was not supposed to be getting over that.

Reluctantly, I got up. The blanket fell, exposing my own 7 1/2 inches hard-on. At first, I tried to cover up, but then, I realized that Jack was not even bothered to look. So, I guessed I did not need to.

Jack continued to listen.

I thought I should to, but I was treated to the sight of him, squatting on his knees, with his firm ass to me. If only he could see my eyes eyeing his ass, he would have beaten me up. Oh yes. I had taken one girl up her ass, and liked it. At that moment, I wondered how it was like to bury my cock in Jack's ass.

Stop it! I told myself. Jack was a guy. That would be so gay. Damn gay.

But my eyes were betraying me. I pretended to look at the wall, but a few times, my eyes stole a few looks at his fine ass. I wondered again how he pumped his ass up so good.'

Jack discovered something. By moving the big picture frame above the bed, he found a tiny hole. He had to stand this time, as the hole was higher up.

Jack passed me the frame, and spied into the hole.

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written by sekretpower