House of Wank

I live with four of my male friends. We are all at university together in England. My room is on the ground floor next to the living room. Mike lives in the room directly above mine, Jim is in the small room above the hall and Oz and Pete have their rooms in the attic.

We have lived together for two years now and are close friends. I am a tomboy really and love hanging out with them, however I am still a girl with a girls needs.

One afternoon about two months ago I went to the toilet on the first floor. As I was leaving I could hear this repetitive squelchy noise coming from upstairs in the attic. I thought everyone was out at classes, so I crept upstairs. As I neared the top I could see that Pete's door was closed with the padlock on it, he was definately out. But Oz's padlock was hanging on the door, meaning he was in. I crept closer, the squelchy noise increased in frequency and I suddenly realised he must be wanking, obviously with a lubricant, baby oil or something.

I closed my eyes and pictured his hand sliding up and down his hard cock. There was at least a second of schllurp before a pause then another schlurrp as his hand descended. From the rhythm I guessed he had quite a long hard cock. Then I heard another noise, paper folding. Like the page of a glossy magazine being turned. He was looking at a porn mag whilst wanking!

My eyes scanned the door looking for a keyhole or slit to get a peek through. There was none. I listened to him for a few more minutes until Mike came home and slammed the front door downstairs. 'Hello, anybody home?' He shouted. I jumped when Oz shouted from inside his room 'Hiya, be down soon!' I sneaked into the bathroom flushed the toilet and emerged to greet Mike just coming up the stairs. Hoping my face did not look flushed or he could see any sign of my arousal.

A few weeks later I was in bed one night and I heard the front door open. It was Mike, he had been out and slammed the door shut. He ran upstairs and into his room. I heard his shoes get thrown across the room to land in the corner then he padded around a bit before I heard the hum of his PC starting up. I looked at my clock, it was ten past four, what was he doing with his PC at this time of night? I listened intently, my ears straining to pick up a sound. Then I heard it, the moans and groans of a woman in the throws of passion. I smiled, he was wanking off to porn on his PC. I slipped a finger inside my panties and massaged my clit. My nipples grew hard and stiff. After a few minutes I could make out the schlurp schlurp noise again, this was faster though so either he had a smaller cock than Oz or was wanking faster than Oz was. It was at least three schlurps per second, he sounded really excited. Also I could just make out a faint plastic creak of his PC chair as he rocked his hips back and forth in time with his hand sliding up and down his cock.

My fingers were working like crazy inside me, my mind filled with images of Mike wanking over some pornstar getting filled by two cocks. His hands squeezed tighter and I heard a little gasp as he came. The squelching stopped. My fingers danced around and I came too.

Over the next few weeks I became really curious about the size of the lad's cocks. The sounds that they made seemed to indicate Oz was big and Mike was small. But this didn't tally with their hit ratio with girls and the bulges I had seen in their pants from time to time.

A few nights later I heard Jim wanking too, He was in bed because I could hear the chink chink of his springs going. He started off with a nice slow rhythm, then really got going, with little bursts of speed building up to a crescendo then stopping, before building up again. I guessed he was close to cumming and wanted to delay the process. Once again my hands found their way to my pussy and began rubbing. I climaxed hard and fast, moaning into the bed to stiffle the noise. I giggled thinking I should get Jim a can of oil for his upcoming birthday, so that he could wank in peace. but then I wouldn't be able to hear him.

I actually caught Pete red handed. I had been out with friends and got back home a bit late. I walked into the lounge and stopped short seeing Pete with his trousers round his ankles, wanking an impressive looking cock with his right hand whilst playing with his nipples with his left. He was watching two lesbians on the TV, one of his Amsterdam DVD's.

'I'm sorry Lauren, I....I' he stammered. 'You have started so you shall finish' I commanded at him whilst wanking the air with my hand. He took hold of his cock again and began to pump his fist up and down. He glanced at me once or twice, but mostly watched the DVD. I stared at his cock the whole ten minutes, hoping nobody would come in and spoil our fun. I sat down on the edge of the couch to watch him finish. Whilst rubbing my clit through my jeans. When he spurted, I ran into my room desperate to get my jeans off and my fingers, dildo or anything inside me, I was so horny! All these men wanking off, wanking over DVD's, Magazines, Internet webcams or Porn and the thought of any fit lady at university they had seen that day. I wonder if they ever think of me whilst wanking their cocks? It would only be fair since I spend so much time thinking about their cocks!