Keep listening

I knelt on the sand next to the side of Jimmy's tent and leaned closer. The rhythmic slapping of flesh continued. My own hand crept down to my shorts and adjusted my cock, which was uncomfortably rigid. My own touch, in conjunction with the erotic noises from in the tent, caused a small spasm in my hot rod, and I felt a small drop of precum ooze onto my finger.

Then I gasped when I heard Jimmy moan, "Uhhh, yeah, John!" Why was he moaning MY NAME!?!