My apartment door is right across from a smaller one. The two share a common wall — a very thin one, as it turns out, and thereby hangs a tale.
For a while, there was one guy who lived there. He was gone for varying periods of time. He told me once when he came home from a trip that he was a blogger who visited different trade shows, and wrote reviews about new products, mostly games and other techie stuff. I could tell when he wasn’t there because the common wall was his bathroom, and for the days he was gone, there was no flushing of the toilet or water running in the shower. It was a relief when he wasn’t home, since I was spared being woken up by him taking a shower or flushing the toilet in the middle of the night. His work apparently happened between getting up late and going to bed late too. Every night he was home, he would shower before turning in. I didn’t feel comfortable saying he was waking me up.
After a while, there was another guy who moved in with him. It must have been very cramped because of the limited size of the apartment. When he introduced his new roommate, it turned out that they had shared a place before, in another town. Now that his friend had moved to town, they resumed their roomie relationship.
They were pretty different guys: the blogger was on the small side and not very outgoing; his buddy was bigger and more muscular, friendlier, and worked in auto repair. I took a liking to the new guy,
especially the big bulge in his jeans.
But his job meant going in to work earlier. He came home in late afternoon, and since his job was messy, he showered twice a day. More interruptions of sleep for me: the blogger showered in the middle of the night, and now the mechanic showered a couple of hours later. And what’s more, I could hear him fapping right through the wall, every single time he showered. Bro had some spectacular orgasms, judging by the strangled moans he could barely control. Late afternoon showers coming home from work turned out to mean more fapping and uncontrollable jizz-spews. He sure sent a lot of cum down the drain! This was keeping me awake, and making me horny, and eventually leading to me (quietly) fapping along with him.
The blogger had never shown any sign of jerking off; maybe he did it as a break from writing at his desk; I really didn’t know. At least that room didn’t share the flimsy common wall.
Finally, I decided to do something about this fap-fap situation. My options were limited: I would have liked to be there in the shower fapping with him, but the blogger... well, what to do? Finally I decided on a plan. I found an old porn video with scenes of individual dudes jerking off alone, the kind of thing some straight guys might not mind watching. I put it in an envelope with fapper bro’s name on it and put it on the mail shelf by their door. Soon, I had a knock at my door.
I was anxious that this plan might have backfired and I would get a load of shit from him. Instead, he looked all sheepish, and apologized. He said that now he had listened and heard faint sounds from my side of the wall, and it made him realize I could hear him. Then, a sly smile came over his face. He had watched the video while his roomie was asleep, and liked it.
I invited him in. He sat down with me on the edge of my bed. He told me that his roomie was a good guy, but asexual, and that he had wished otherwise. Then he asked me if I had more jerkoff vids, and if I would like to watch them with him.
Well, I’ll say only that he stopped fapping in the shower and started to drop in on me after work so that we could take care of this fapping business. His roommate needed the rent money, and didn’t mind us being friends. I always liked the idea of horny jerkoff buddies, but now that’s another story... for later.
