He was fucking like a machine
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Odysseus
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funny
A couple of years ago I was living in one of those art-deco apartments in New York, I had upstairs neighbours who were awesome.
Two 20-something guys, nice and clean cut, but I slept below their bedroom, and I heard what went on.
One of them was like a machine, I used to lay awake in awe of this dude.
A constant rhythm, perfect sync, and I could tell he was hitting it deep for a good 30 minutes nonstop.
If I think about it I guess I should have been pissed off by these noisy neighbours, but at the time I was captured by the curiosity.
I must say it wasn't a routine thing, it was happening randomly 2 or 3 times per week. But every time I was there, wondering whom of the two was this incredible fucking machine.
I was dying to know.
They didn't look gay/bisexual or anything like that, I was just assuming that they were doing turns to get the flat "free", I was doing the same when i was younger, and it was also explaining the 2-3 nights frequency, right?
After awhile I stopped doing these conjectures, I was just focused on the perfect rhythm and the power of those sessions.
I didn't care about who was the one being fucked, I could't stop imagining a young man body fucking really hard, and still I couldn't put a face on it.
I'm not gay, but gay or straight, if you heard this guy and his deep-pound-method, it'd amaze you like it amazed me.
I fapped a couple of times.
My curiosity pushed me to get closer to them, I had to know because there was nothing kinky about them but these crazy sex sessions, this was driving me mad.
Eventually, I realised that I slept below their kitchen, not their bedroom. And that I had fapped to the laundry on spin-cycle. And that they were probably just two straight guys sharing an apartment.
I don't know if I should be ashamed of my dirty mind or just that I'm so dumb that I could not distinguish dirty business from cleaning business.
Two 20-something guys, nice and clean cut, but I slept below their bedroom, and I heard what went on.
One of them was like a machine, I used to lay awake in awe of this dude.
A constant rhythm, perfect sync, and I could tell he was hitting it deep for a good 30 minutes nonstop.
If I think about it I guess I should have been pissed off by these noisy neighbours, but at the time I was captured by the curiosity.
I must say it wasn't a routine thing, it was happening randomly 2 or 3 times per week. But every time I was there, wondering whom of the two was this incredible fucking machine.
I was dying to know.
They didn't look gay/bisexual or anything like that, I was just assuming that they were doing turns to get the flat "free", I was doing the same when i was younger, and it was also explaining the 2-3 nights frequency, right?
After awhile I stopped doing these conjectures, I was just focused on the perfect rhythm and the power of those sessions.
I didn't care about who was the one being fucked, I could't stop imagining a young man body fucking really hard, and still I couldn't put a face on it.
I'm not gay, but gay or straight, if you heard this guy and his deep-pound-method, it'd amaze you like it amazed me.
I fapped a couple of times.
My curiosity pushed me to get closer to them, I had to know because there was nothing kinky about them but these crazy sex sessions, this was driving me mad.
Eventually, I realised that I slept below their kitchen, not their bedroom. And that I had fapped to the laundry on spin-cycle. And that they were probably just two straight guys sharing an apartment.
I don't know if I should be ashamed of my dirty mind or just that I'm so dumb that I could not distinguish dirty business from cleaning business.
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