Through the open door (M/F)

“Mmmaaa…”

I groan quietly at the sound of you through the thin wall.

It is pitch black outside with the moon concealed by a cloud and I am hopelessly erect, my cock straining against my pyjama shorts while I lay still, desperately fighting the urge to jerk off to your moans and make a mess of my bed wear.

This must be intentional. Every night like clockwork I hear you, through the wall and the door to your apartment that is always ajar when you perform the deed.

Do you know what you do to me?

Do you know my deepest, darkest, desires?

Do you know how much I want to leave my apartment and join you in yours?

How much I want you to see you envelop my member until you can take me no further.

How much I want to feel your breasts?

How much I want to ride you, and you to ride me in turn.

How much I want to taste you, until you come apart on my tongue?

Until your beautiful blond hair – from the few occasions I’ve seen you – escapes its pony tail and our bodies are sweaty.

I hear you moan again, same as before, and my self control frays further.

Would you object if I were to join you tonight?

Would you scream and call for help or… 

“Mmm… Jay…”

I feel myself blink.

Surely that is a coincidence, right?

Surely you are imagining some other guy named Jay, right?

Almost without thinking, my right hand grasps my swollen cock and I begin to stroke it up and down.

A very short time later, my hips buck into my hand as I moan and the inside of my black pyjama shorts become wet and sticky.

“Fuck yes!” I hear you scream seconds later, as you do on occasion, when you reach your climax.

Though I need to get up and put on new shorts, I remain still for a few moments, simply listening to you regaining your breath while I reflect on my situation.

Tomorrow, I at last decide.

Tomorrow, I will visit you and ask if you are thinking of me.

I can hardly wait to do so, and I hope the answer is yes.

But first, I think to myself, as I clamber out of bed and saunter over to the chest of drawers in my room.

First, I really need a new pair of shorts.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qcvm82/through_the_open_door_mf