“Oh, fuck! A bit faster. Oh, I’m going to come!”

Marc is close. His veins are popping out and his cock is trembling, so I don’t need words to know that.

Pol, the last guy I blew in this bed, was moaning, “Oh, oh, oh!”. Just one word, endlessly repeated. Biel, before him, was completely silent. I didn’t like that. I like the complimentary groans, however meaningless. 

“Yes…yes!” cries Marc, and I feel a jet of liquid spray across the roof of my mouth. That was loud enough for my housemate to hear! I hope Pol, next door, isn’t hurt.