The Walls Have Ears (College Fun
and Gays #3)
by Erica Pike
Published by No Boundaries Press.
Length: 15,000
Blurb:
Short and scrawny college student Harley Santos has a
strange relationship with the guy on the other side of his bedroom wall. For
weeks, the two have been masturbating to each other's voices, but they have
never met in person.
When Harley's roommate (Ryan) is asked out on a date by
one of his neighbors, Harley is devastated that his wall-mate mistook not-hot
Harley for super-hot Ryan. Helping Harley through his heartache is Tasha
Novokov, the other neighbor, who is tall, dark, and impossibly handsome.
As Harley's affections shift to Tasha, his heartache hits
an all time high because with all the girls hanging around, Tasha has to be
straight.
Excerpt:
The walls have ears, or more like, the guy on the other side of the wall
has ears…and a lovely voice. His moans are deep and sensual. They drive me nuts
every time I masturbate to his grunts, like I’ve been doing almost every night
since moving in.
I had been dreading going off to live with some stranger in the deep,
dark forest that is Philadelphia. The rustle and bustle of city life was scary
for a small-town boy like me. It didn’t help that the people I knew, who’d been
to Philly, took great joy in stuffing my head full with stories of serial
killers, mobsters, and nasty dorm mates. That last part scared the hell out of
me, because I was a green-horned little girly-guy. I was sure I’d be pushed
down and fucked by the first guy to cross my path. Of course, the idea of being
fucked wasn’t all that unappealing, but I didn’t want to be made into the
dorm’s butt boy or anything.
Naturally, nothing of the sort happened and I really hit the jackpot
with my roommate Ryan. We don’t really run in the same circles. It’s not that
he wouldn’t hang out with me if I asked; it’s just that he’s a very busy guy
with his sports and other multiple after-school activities. The guy is so busy
he barely stays in our small dorm apartment, so it’s almost as if I have it all
to myself, which is another plus.
However, it isn’t Ryan who’s moaning so deeply on the other side of the
wall. There’s a whole living room-slash-kitchen area between mine and Ryan’s
rooms. No, the neighbor is one of the two smoldering hot guys who live in the
apartment next to ours.
On my first night here, I was just about to fall asleep on the wooden
bed, under my green comforter, when I heard these low, sexy grunts coming from
the other side of the wall. He wasn’t alone. In between his deep groans were
low gasps and moans coming from another guy. My cock immediately perked up at
the sweet sounds. I jerked off as quietly as I could and came hard just about the
time the owner of the deep voice did.
There were more nights like that. The guy had a lot of partners, and
sometimes it was just him alone. Lately it’s just been him and me. See, one
night, about a month ago, we were both getting off on each side of the wall.
When he let out a particularly long and sensual groan, my own voice slipped
with a low moan. I practically heard him stop for a few seconds, but then he
continued and groaned again, only a little higher this time. I was curious,
embarrassed, and thrilled all at the same time. Instead of stopping, I kept at
it and let out an experimental moan. My neighbor’s voice grew louder and from
the sound of things he was definitely masturbating. We ended up fisting our
cocks, vocalizing our pleasures with moans, groans, grunts, and gasps until we
climaxed. I hid under the comforter after that with a mind spinning like a hula
hoop. I thought he’d want us to talk and that would only get me embarrassed, but he
never said anything. We did, however, repeat the game every night after that.
With knees pressed in the thick mattress, I lean my head against the red
wall with labored breaths. I yank on my cock so fast my vision goes blurry. He
breathes equally hard on the other side. His forehead bumps against the wall,
right against mine with only the thin wall between us.
“Fuck,” I whisper when the wonderful tightness in my balls gathers in a
knot.
He groans deeply in response, which coaxes out a moan from me just
before I cry out my groin-twisting ecstasy. His lovely voice lets out a series
of deep grunts as he comes. We know each other’s voices so well now that we
automatically tune in on each other’s rhythm and almost always come at the same
time.
After my boneless body slumps down on the bed, I reach for tissues to
wipe myself off. My neighbor runs his fingers along the wall and rustles about,
maybe wiping himself off too or getting comfortable on the bed. When all is
quiet again, he strokes the wall and whispers good night to me.
“Good night,” I
murmur back just before curling up and dozing off.
Available at No Boundaries Press, Amazon, All Romance eBooks, and Barnes & Noble.
Erica Pike
www.ericapike.com
