When I was about 10 or 11 we lived in an apartment, my room was right next to my parents's room and there was an open door between the rooms. Several times a week I could hear them making love and hear the bed creak rythmically and hear the moans. The room was always dark but there was a street light ouside that silohetted them. I could look through the door while in bed and see the outline in the darkness of my father as he mounted my mother. I told a friend about this one time and he insisted he wanted to come up and see the room layout, he said when I told him about it, he went home and jerked off over my story. He asked me please to thell him every time it happened so he would have somethig to jerk off about, he said it made him real hot to think about it.
I would get really aroused about it myself and would jerk off when I heard what was going on in the next room. But I would come (still a dry one at that time)in about two minutes and then it would not be fun anymore. So I would make myself wait just as long as I could stand it before touching my hard on. I could only put up with it for about six or eight minutes, the I could not stand it anymore, I just HAD to jerk off, my cock was so so hard and my blood was just boiling for sex I could not take it any longer, then I would begin to sroke it and come almost immediately.