Days of renting a house

The year I graduated from university, I rented a place with a classmate because I needed to find a job. Since it was a short-term rental, we could only rent from a guesthouse, which offered a discount on the daily rate.
We lived on the top floor in a four-room apartment. Of the other three, one was occupied by a couple, another by two girls, and the third was usually empty, only occupied when the guesthouse was full.
Our room and one of the other rooms had a private bathroom, while the other two shared a bathroom near the stairwell.
The room next to ours was usually empty, occasionally frequented by young couples, mostly students from the neighborhood on dates. So whenever someone was staying next door, we could hear the creaking of the bed and the girls' moans at night. I had just broken up with my girlfriend and was having trouble finding a job, so I wasn't in the mood for a new girlfriend. I was at an age where I was incredibly sexually frustrated, and masturbation was my only way to relieve my pent-up desires. I often fantasized about hooking up with girls on the same floor, but it was just wishful thinking; I couldn't even exchange a single word with them.
Because we lived on the top floor, everyone's clothes were hung out to dry on our floor. One day, I found several women's bras and panties hanging out to dry, but I wasn't sure if they belonged to two girls on the same floor. No one was around, so I took one of the bras, ran to the stairwell bathroom, and used it to masturbate. While fantasizing about two girls, I quickly ejaculated on it. Then I washed it clean and hung it out to dry on the balcony.
For a while afterward, I became uncontrollable, doing the same thing every two days, sometimes with bras, sometimes with panties. If I didn't ejaculate on it, I wouldn't wash it, sometimes leaving a little bit of semen on it.
A few times, just as I finished, someone walked by outside, so I had to hang the bras behind the door and wait until they were gone before hanging it up again. Luckily, the person didn't go into the bathroom, or I would have been discovered.
During that time, although no women were with me, fantasizing and masturbating at the same time felt more stimulating. Later, I found a girlfriend to live with, and we had sex every day, but I didn't feel as sexually aroused.
I think this is probably the difference between physical and psychological stimulation. When you're psychologically bored, sex isn't as enjoyable. Those who come to 69 are probably all seeking psychological stimulation, right?

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