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I'm still reaching for my extra bag when I hear the bed next to me squeaking, almost as if it had been rocking back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. I hear Kiba moaning, and, oh god, that's when I realize that he's doing what I think he's doing.
No! He couldn't be, could he? I wasn't going to believe that. This asshole wouldn't be jacking off this fucking early in the morning, only but a few feet away from me. Damn you, Kiba! Didn't you cum earlier!
I pull my head out from under the bed, and I turn around in haste. The room is slightly brightened up. I can't make too much detail, but I can see Kiba's stroking silhouette as he plays with his long, hard cock. I gulp. It's so big. His eyes are closed, and his moans are becoming a little louder. I admit that my cock fattens, but I don't let it stand or get hard as I supress that one twitching throb that would begin it all.
I clear my throat and say, "Kiba! What the hell, man? You can't do that in the bathroom! Not cool!"
I know it's fucked up to interrupt a man when he's doing his personal business, especially when it came to personal business such as beating your own meat, but... Come on! I wasn't going to have this. My weirdo/flashed neighbor was not going to fall into the habit of jacking odd whenever I was around. Sure, I may have secretly liked seeing him do it, but I'm sorry. No!
"Aw man, this is fucking crazy."
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