Great.
My hookup tonight was a complete bust, but they’re going at it like bunnies.Fucking hell.
The door to Joaquin’s room shuts heavily as if they’re so enmeshed with each other that they can't be bothered to simply close the door like human beings. No, they have to shut it by slamming up against it and making out.
Things go quiet for a little while, and I grin to myself. Heh. Well, they can fuck around all they want. I’m the only one who can make people moan.
That is, of course, the exact moment when Colt’s pained moan makes its way through the fucking paper-thin walls. Is Joaquin giving it to him? Is he fucking Colt’s perfect ass?
Is he really going to keep Colt all to himself?
“Fuck, Colt. You are so beautiful.”
More moans from Colt’s mouth. He's getting there awfully quick, so maybe at least I won’t have to endure this torture for long.
“No, no, no, cariño. Not just yet,” Joaquin says, his distorted, low voice a grumble.
Colt whines. “Please, Joaquin…I need to come so bad.”
“Try to give me a few more minutes, baby.”
Baby?Joaquin’s already calling himbaby? I can just imagine Colt’s face. He’s the kind of guy who fucking loves that shit. I just know it. I bet he’s practically melting from Joaquin’s soft lilt.
I want to see his sweet face, goddammit. I can't believe they’re fucking each other without me.
“Not yet, baby boy. Just a little bit more.”
Jesus Christ, I wanna be Joaquin’s baby boy.
I mean, no. I’m a man. I don’t want to be infantilized—
Fuck, Colt’s panting breaths are making me so goddamn hard.
“You're so tight, Colt. I've never had a better ass in my entire life.”
Colts whines again, moaning as though his soul is being sucked out of his dick.
Do I have my ear up against the adjoining wall? Yes.
Should I be ashamed of myself? Absolutely.
Is that going to stop me from listening in on them actually fucking each other?Not a chance in hell.
They go on like this for far too long. I know Joaquin, and he wants that orgasm. He never makes me wait for it. He never holds me off, edges me. Why does Colt get special treatment?
“Fuck, Joaquin. I need to come. Please let me come,” Colt begs, the desperation in his voice making me so jealous and hard that I’m about to bust through my jeans. I palm myself and bite off a groan of my own.
I can't believe they're not even trying to hide it. And from this side of the wall, it's so fucking hot.
No. It's not hot.
They’re excluding me, and they're being gross and falling in love with each other. I guess I'm not what either of them wants anymore.
Jesus Christ, that stings.
Normally I’d never even reach the point where I question whether somebody wants me anymore. Because all anybody gets from me is the one time.
This is what I get for fucking both of them multiple times, and that goes double for fucking them both at once. I'm the reason their dicks met, which means I’m also to blame for the situation I’m in right now.
