previously posted by me...
A college buddy and I are on a trip (name of the country withheld), we were actually staying in a pretty nice hotel, pools, big beds, tv, etc. etc. After travelling around for a couple weeks, we strayed into the conversation of: "You know there isn't really a lot of relief, around here." (neither of us were the, 'lets grab a hooker' type - too disgusting) So one night back at the hotel room I am flipping channels and come across Fashion TV's hot model competition. I am sure he's 100% str8 so I figure this is going to drive him nuts, and low and behold within a few minutes he is sporting a medium sized rise in his boxer-briefs. Being 150% in the closet I just look over and say, "Can't you point that thing somewhere else?" He shouts back, "Well what am I suppossed to do with it!" I tell him to take care of it and he proceeds to his bed in front of the t.v. he throws a sheet over his torso and begins the obvious maneuvers of removing his boxers and going at it, knees up head focused. Not to be outdone, I jump to my bed, and do the same. I'm pretty hung so I make it more than apparent that the tent on my sheet is dam big. When I look over and say, "how's it going" he just says, "Keep your eyes Front!", not wanting to ruin the moment I glace over as best I can and begin to shoot the biggest load I've had in a month. After 30 seconds he just kind of rolls over and says, "I'm done."
I figure that would be the end of it, but the next night, after travelling around he is hunting for the same program on the T.V. This time he finds it, gets into the same position and starts up a good conversation while I follow suit. Things like, "Holy Shit, her ass is soo tight!" etc. etc. Instead of the "Eyes Front!" from the night before, he grabs a bottle of hand-lotion and lubes himself up, then leans across his bed and offers me the bottle - all the while I am stroking like a mad-man. Just knowing he is beside me is enough to make me pop, let alone anything else. I make some type of comment like, "I thought you uncut guys didn't need lube." (From previous convo's I had learned he was one of the few in our circle of friends who was uncut). He just mutters, "Everything helps". After a minute or two I lean over and pass min some kleenex, he thanks me and begins the final lap to the end. Again I blow a huge load over myself and soon after we just head to sleep.
I wish I could tell you it escalated from there, but the following night we had to go. I am quite sure that if we would have continued it would have been just a matter of time before we would have jerked eachother off, but . . . that's not how fate had planned it I guess.
