Mr. Payne

Chapter 3

Warning: the following scenes may contain inappropriate images for very young audience as well as boyxboy scenes.

Read at your own risk.
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"Oh, there's a vent."

I stared at it for a couple of seconds till I heard a moan coming from the vent.

That brought my curiosity into the play. What is in there?

I couldn't restrain myself and moved closer to the wall. I moand tried to see what was happening.

I heard more moans but I couldn't see anything. It was too dark.

A few more moans later and my eyes started to adjust to the darkness.

I saw a silhouette of a man. He was moving in a forward and backwards motion.

Then he began to see another figure beneath the man.

A little later he finally began to see the details.

THEY WERE BOTH NAKED.

Zayn identified the actions they were doing and he knew they were having sex.

Zayn was taken back by the image but still continued to watch.

The man was a brunette with ripped and well defined muscles. The boy beneath was a thin blonde but still distinguishable muscles. He had a piercing on his lower lip. The boy looked around Zayn's own age about 17 or so. The man somewhere in his early twenties.

The man was palming the young lad and jerking him off with one hand. The other hand he had on the lads waist to support him each time the man thrusted into the boy. With every thrust the boy moaned even louder than before.

This was disturbing to Zayn. It was awkward for him to see another man naked but to see two man having sex is another thing. The only thing was that Zayn couldn't stop watching. Zayn was straight. He had no doubts he was straight. Since he was young he has already had intercourse with 4 girls and his distant cousin. But it didn't change the fact that his pants were beginning to become uncomfortable. He rubbed his body towards the wall to gain friction on his hard on. His breath became heavy, almost imitating the two in the other to males in the next room. His knees becoming week as his cock demands for more friction and a release. Especially since he hasn't had any release for 2 weeks, since the day Zayn told Rebecca that he was moving and he was so distracted by the move that he didn't have time to wank a few off. So now he was sexually frustrated and in need of a much needed alone time.

He went down from the bed and locked the door to his room. He immediately undone his zipper and removed his pants. Nothing left but the shirt on his back. He went back to his original position. One hand on the wall the other moving in a upward and downward motion, from the base of his cock to the tip of the head.

His hand moved faster and faster. Each stroke earning a moan but he tried to suppress it not wanting to get caught. The two boys he was watching now sweaty and both moaning. On one stroke Zayn made a flick motion with his hand which made him weak in the knees. He accidentally moaned which was quite audible.

"Uh!"

The man in the other room heard him and looked straight at him. Zayn stopped what he was doing.

"Luke, do you want to ride me?" The man asked the blonde lad.

"Yes sir." The boy named Luke replied

The two changed position si that the man was comfortably lying down and  "Luke" straddling the man while sitting on his erect cock.

The Luke started to move with so much pleasure that he closed his eyes. The man's eyes glued to Zayn. Zayn thought that they were making a show for him which made him hornier. He resumed to stroke his cock. Not thinking about the man staring at him.

As the two soon reached their climax both screamed in pleasure which made Zayn erupt on his own bed. Zayn fell on his bed and returned the painting to where it was.

Zayn was panting like he ran a marathon. Trying to catch his breath he wiped his sweat and the white secretion on his shirt still trying to ride out his high.

After a few minutes Zayn was brought back by his thoughts. A surge of terror came to his being as thoughts rushed to his head.

What if the man told his mum. He paced around his new room and tried to think. Thinking of all the possible scenarios.

After a few minutes someone knocked on his room.

"Zayn, mum is calling us." Identifying it as Doniya's voice.

"I'll be right there."

Putting aside his fears and took out a fresh shirt and throwing it on. As he walked through the hallway leading to the front door he heard a voice which he didn't recognize. He continued to walk to the door and found his mum leaning on the doorframe and talking to someone.

Trisha noticed Zayn's presence and looked towards him. "Oh Zen dear meet our new neighbor mr. Liam James Payne."

Trisha moved the door to reveal the origin of the mystery voice. To his surprise the man he'd seen through the hole was now standing in front of him, holding out his hand wearing a knowing smile.

"Nice to meet you Zayn."