He was fucking like a machine

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.