Storm 4

I was curious.

Were the guys next door really could be seen?

My curiosity made me climbed back onto the bed, standing beside Jack. I just stood there. It was not like Jack knew he was supposed to give me a chance to peek. Was he gonna move aside for me?

I looked around. There, I saw another tiny ray of light on the wall. Another hole, just below Jack's.

I knelt down, and peeked through the hole.

The next-door room came into view. It was blurry, but I could make out the place somehow. It was something like ours. One of the guys was lying down on the bed, with his legs on the floor. The other was on his knees, swallowing his friend's cock. He bopped his head up and down, taking in his friend's shaft.

Oh man.. this was good. To spy on others getting it on, interestingly, would get me excited. I was something of a voyeur. I got hard, watching others get off.

The guy on his knees must had done a good job. The guy on the bed kept moaning softly, whispering. Must be trying to get his friend to go faster, or swallow deeper.

I felt my cock stirred excitedly. It was beginning to throb, even without me touching it. Man, I needed to cum badly.

I turned to look at Jack's cock, now inches away from my face. His cock was throbbing too, but with the help of his hand. He was stroking himself, with my face beside his cock.

I looked up, to see if Jack knew I was watching him stroking himself. His eyes were still on the guys next door. I felt safe, to continue to admire his big cock. I meant, yeah, there were guys having a suck fest next door, but I was having a real thing in front of my eyes. I had never seen such a big cock so close in front of me.

As long as Jack continued to enjoy the view next door, I would be safe to watch him stroking his huge cock.

Jack's fingers held firm onto his thick shaft. He moved his hand, forth and back, slowly. But with each thrust, his cockhead expanded. It looked angrier. It was cut.

Jack's 9 inches was a straight, thick shaft. It was not like others, which either bend sideway or upward. I figured one hand's fingers were not sufficient to wrap around his cock. I could merely covered around my cock with my fingers. His was obviously thicker.

His balls were huge too, matching the thickness of his cock.

I was getting more excited. My cock began to throb. I could not ignore it any longer. My hand reached down, and I began to stroke my cock, to Jack's rhythm. I pulled my cock, as he stroked his cock forward.

I felt the blood rushed more to my cockhead. If I kept this up, I would be shooting all over my pillow.

I looked up.

Shit!

Jack was watching me. There was no grin, nor was there an angry face. His angelic handsome face was just staring at me. I was speechless. I was caught.

But Jack said nothing. He turned his attention away from me, and spied back through the hole.

What was I supposed to do?

He did not mind, right?

His fingers were still wrapped around his cock, and he had not stopped his stroking. I took that as he was okay with me watching him.

My hand had left my own hungry cock. I could not shoot my load there. I still wanted to enjoy his display.

I was nervous. I was excited. Suddenly, merely watching him stroking his cock was not enough. I needed more.

I clenched my fingers hard in my fist. I was scared of my next move. But the temptation was there, and I figured I should just do it.

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. I felt his thickness.

His stroke stopped.

I looked up.

Jack did not look down. His eye continued to peep through the hole. It was like as if he paid no heed to me.

But he was moving his hand away, as if he was allowing me to take over his job. I was to stroke his cock.

I was to stroke Jack's hard cock!

I got even more nervous.

My fingers slide down to where his fingers used to be. The feel of his shaft skin on my palm was sending excitement up my own cock. I felt like my cockhead was expanding to a point where it was going to explode.

I began to stroke him. I began to stroke Jack's big cock. I began to stroke Jack.

I was holding Jack in my palm, and I was to make him feel good. I had to make this huge cock feel good. I stroke him gently, following his own stroke rhythm earlier. His body tensed. He was enjoying it. My body tensed too.

I began to stroke him longer, and moving my palm up and down on his shaft. I could feel his pulse on my palm, matching each time his cockhead throb. I was enjoying this. Secretly, I was scared, but it was exciting.

Bit by bit, I inched my palm closer to his cockhead. I wanted to feel his cockhead on my palm. I just had to.

Jack seemed to know too. He could tell from my fingers. My thumb found his cockhead, and I began to play with it. I squeezed and rubbed his cockhead between my thumb and fingers. Jack's body tensed further. He began to move his hips around, trying to subdue his excitement.

And before long, Jack began to hump my hand. I just made a ring with my fingers, and let him fucked his hard cock through it.

My ass moved forward and back, sliding his whole shaft up and down my palm. His balls bumped my hand, each time my palm reached the base. Each time my palm reached the tip, his cockhead expanded harder.

After a few rounds of slow fucking, Jack's body began to move faster. He was fucking my palm hard. My cock throbbed. My other hand began to stroke myself up good.

Suddenly, Jack's abs tightened. And the whole shaft felt even thicker. I could felt his vein thickened. Without warning, Jack cummed. His load gushed out of his cock, spraying the wall, and dripped onto the bed.

His body heaved harder as he ejaculated. I looked up. He was no longer interested in the room next door. He was looking at me, and at his hard dick. He was breathing faster.

His body jerked a few more times, gushing out smaller loads of his cum, onto my palm.

Instead of being disgusted, I was excited, to feel his warm cum on my palm.

Jack said nothing.

I just climbed down from the bed, picked my towel and tossed it to me.

Then, he left for the bathroom, with his cock still dangling hard.

That was it?

I stood by the window, looking out. There was nothing to see, and not that I was trying to. I was still overcome by the whole event just now. My cock was still standing hard, and Jack was still in the bathroom. His cum was still wet on my palm.

I needed to get off.

I reached down. Instead of jerking off with my dry hand, I used the one with his cum. I ran my palm over my hard cock, feeling his sticky cum covering the length of my cock. I began to stroke my dick, feeling Jack on me. The thought of Jack and his body made my body tensed, and my heartbeat raced faster. I cummed, ejaculating my load onto the floor.

When my last load of my cum oozed out, I released my cock from my hand. My palm was covered again by cum. This time, it was a mix of Jack's and my babies. I could not resist but to bring my palm up to my nose and sniffed.

I did not know what to expect, but to have Jack's manly cum with mine, was erotic.

When Jack came out of the bathroom, I thought the moment would be awkward. But it was not. Jack acted like nothing had happened. He climbed back into his bed, and pulled the blanket to cover himself. Nothing was said to me.

I did not know why I was expecting him to say anything to me, but I was giving up. I cleaned myself with the towel, and climbed back to bed too.

The night had been eventful, and suddenly now, I was tired.

I wondered what I would say to Jack the next morning. How I would face him. But I was hoping too, to avoid the whole topic. And yet, I was upset that he was saying nothing about the incident.

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written by sekretpower