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Preview from chapter one
Leaning back in his chair with a sigh, Billy's eyes remained glued to the flickering screen of his computer, his heart pounding in the quiet of his dimly lit room. His fingers danced nimbly across the keyboard, steering his digital avatar through a futuristic cityscape, dodging laser fire, and engaging in a fierce firefight with a rival gang. The clock on the wall ticked closer to midnight, but the adrenaline coursing through his veins made him feel as if he could play for hours more.
The sudden, unexpected sound of muffled moans from the hallway jolts Billy out of his virtual world. His hands hover over the keyboard, and he freezes, the only sound now the rhythmic thump of his heart echoing in his ears. The noises seem to be coming from his parents' bedroom, and they don't quite align with the usual late-night murmurs of their TV show or the occasional snore.
Billy's cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson as he strains to listen to the unmistakable sounds of passion coming from the other side of the wall. He tries to convince himself it's just his imagination playing tricks, but the moans are too real, too persistent. His mind wanders to inappropriate places, and his heart races for reasons that have nothing to do with the game anymore.
Motivated by a strange mix of curiosity and embarrassment, Billy slowly pushes back his chair and tiptoes towards the door that separates his room from the hallway. He glances at the time, surprised to find it's almost midnight. The moans from his parents' room crescendo, and he can't help but feel a little awkward. He takes a deep breath and presses his ear to the wood, his curiosity getting the better of him.
The sounds from his parents' room grew more pronounced with each passing second—his mother's soft gasps grew louder, punctuated by the faint smack of skin on skin. Billy's eyes widened, his cheeks burning hotter than ever. He had stumbled into a scene he never wanted to imagine, let alone hear. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs as he realized he wasn't just hearing things; his parents were indeed engaged in a passionate embrace.
Billy's hand slipped almost unconsciously into his sweatpants, his cock swelling with an arousal he hadn't anticipated. His breathing grew ragged as he gently tugged his shirt up to expose his stomach. His fingertips danced over the fabric before he took a deep breath and slid his hand further down to grip his erection. He tried to convince himself that it was just his natural reaction to the sudden sexual energy in the house, but the truth was, the sounds were intoxicating. With trembling hands, he inched the door to their bedroom open, the hinges protesting with a soft, almost imperceptible squeak. He paused, his heart in his throat, and listened for any signs of their awareness. Hearing none, he pushed it open just enough to peer through the narrow gap, his curiosity piqued despite the burning guilt. The sight before him was blurred by the darkness, but the shadows moving rhythmically on the wall painted a vivid picture.