A few months ago I was traveling with my best friend - we hadn't seen each other in a while since he'd moved away, and with life being so busy it was hard to get together as often. We had also each been seeing someone so our days of chasing tail were sorta behind us, despite both of us still being horn dogs. Earlier that week we had been out in the mountains with a group of friends, staying in a small Airbnb. It was a fun time, but a bit cramped, we were all kinda living on top of each other and so there was very little privacy - even the bathroom didn't provide any, with the full vanity and shower open to the bedroom and the cramped toilet offset only by a very poor pocket door. My best friend and I had spent the last six days sharing a room with my brother and another friend, and the other bedrooms were just as packed. So, needless to say, that by day three I was needing to find a quiet place to rub one out - I needed it bad. Except there wasn't anywhere to do it. There was someone around literally always. By day five, I was definitely getting pent up and cranky. At one point I tried to jerk off a bit in the shower, but got about four strokes in before my best friend walked into the bathroom to do his hair. "I'm right there with ya man," he said. "I'm so horny I might bust if the wind blows the wrong way."

I half considered finishing right then, I was so horny, but it felt weird with him there, and I knew that if he was coming in after breakfast to get ready, the others weren't far behind. So I finished up my shower, still remaining half hard through sheer pent up sexual energy. I was pretty sure I caught my best friend checking me out in the shower, but couldn't be one hundred percent sure.

The rest of the day was fun, we drank, hung out, went to town, and then later that evening a bunch of us climbed in the hot tub and admittedly, got a little drunk. At one point I got out to get some more drinks, and when I got back in, I caught my best friend staring again. "Dude, your body is even better than the last time I saw you," he said. The other guys nodded in agreement. "Thanks!" I said a little embarrassed -- I don't like a ton of attention. "No seriously man, your abs are incredible. You have like a fucking eight pack!" I laughed, and the conversation slowly turned to other matters. As the night progressed, most of the crew went to bed, except for only a few of us. We continued to hang out and drink and admittedly, we got pretty drunk. The conversation, as it tends to when the alcohol is flowing, turned more sexual. We were swapping stories of sexual escapades and adventures, and it got really late, of sexual confessions. At one point, the last of our friends went to go fill our drinks, leaving just my best friend and I temporarily alone in the hot tub.

"Okay, so I wasn't about to say this when the others were around," my best friend whispered (with more than a few of his words slurred), "but you remember that trip where we went to Greece and you had that giant of a man over?" "Yeah", I said, more than a little curious. "Well, the walls of that place weren't the thickest, and I sorta heard you getting your ass pounded. You boys weren't very quiet." "Oh..." I said sheepishly, "sorry." "That's not my confession," he said. "While you were getting fucked, I lay there listing, and got really hard and so I started to jerk off. I could hear pretty much everything, and you know I'm not the deepest of sleepers. But then, I was kinda curious, so I got up and there was this mirror in the hallway, and I sorta, kinda, watched you get railed." Needless to say, I did not expect that confession to come out of his mouth. I was rock hard instantly. He was too - I saw him adjust himself under the water, his swimsuit straining to confine his thick cock. "How much did you see?" I asked. "Almost all of it. To be honest, it was really hot, especially when he came in you." He absentmindedly rubbed himself. "Fuck I'm so horny" he said. "Sometimes I still think about that night. Especially if we (his fiancé and him) haven't had sex in a while). I don't know how you took that guy. His cock was huge!" I swear I almost came right then, and probably would have if it wasn't for the fact that friend had returned with more drinks. But I couldn't stop thinking about what he said. I swear I was hard all night after that.

The next day was the last day at the airbnb. We all packed up, said our goodbyes, and headed off to the airport. I still had a couple of vacation days to burn, and so did my best friend, so we headed into town and grabbed a hotel room for a couple of nights. The plan was to spend some time hanging out just us without the crew. We checked into our hotel, which only had room with a king bed available. Not a big deal, we'd crashed together many times before and had literally just spent the last six days sharing a bed.

Except that at this point I still had not cum in over a week. And as fas as I knew, he hadn't either. We checked in, grabbed a bite, and then decided to walk around town for a bit. As we popped in and out of stores, we caught up generally. He told me more about his fiancé and how things were going there. Seemed like things were going really well, except that things were a little vanilla in the bedroom, and that he had realized that more after the conversations last night with the boys. We popped into a dispensary and picked up some gummies and then grabbed a bite to eat for dinner, split a couple bottles of wine, and then went back to the hotel. We popped a couple of gummies and then put on a movie. Admittedly, I knew that sometimes, certain kinds of gummies made him really horny, and so it was only a coincidence that those happened to be the gummies that we picked up from the store. After the gummies kicked in, we started to get ready for bed. He went and showered first, and then I did. Our hotel room was set up in such a way that the shower wall was part of the bedroom wall, one of those new aged edgy rooms, so part of the glass shower wall was part of the bedroom and you could see right into the shower. As he showered, I noticed he was half chubbed the whole time -- the gummies (and the fact that he hadn't cum in over a week) clearly having an effect on his thick cock making it swell. When it was my turn, I took my time, making sure to soap up my abs and my cock. It didn't take long, and I was rock hard in the shower. I "washed" my cock a little, and then my ass and crack. While I was washing, I saw him rearrange himself as he laid on the bed his boxers clearly tenting.

I got out of the shower and climbed into bed. I was still so hard under the covers. I'm sure he was too. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, or at least fall into a light doze where your breathing starts to become much more regular. At that point, it was time. I'd waited long enough. Very slowly, I got out of bed and went to my bag. I pulled out my lube, my cock ring, and my remote control butt plug. I crept to the bathroom, put the cockring on, got the plug in, and then climbed back into bed. I checked, and he was still asleep. So far, so good. I slowly pulled the covers down to my knees, my rock hard cock and washboard abs on full display in the light from the streetlamp that was streaming in through the open window. I lubed up my cock - I like it really slick when I'm edging - and gave a few test strokes. God it felt good. I flipped through the programs on my butt plug, really wishing I could have someone active control it, and picked one that indicated is was a slow teasing edge - my favorite. It gave a little buzz of acknowledgement, made my cock twitch, and we were off to the races.

I started to stroke myself with long, slow, deliberate strokes, trying to draw out my session for as long as I could. Ideally, I wanted to go for forty minutes, maybe more, just lying there in pent up pleasure. Every once in a while the butt plug would vibrate, a slow low buzz for a few seconds, but just enough to send me almost to the brink that I'd have to stop touching myself completely. The timing was irregular, so you never knew when the next one was coming. As the minutes ticked by, I continued to ride my edge, always a hair's breadth from tipping over into orgasm. I tried to be quiet and not make any noise or move too much to shake the bed -- I wanted this to build as much as it could.

But admittedly, I also wanted to get caught. It turned me on more than I care to admit to know that my best friend found my body arousing, and that he pleasured himself to the thought of me getting fucked. Even the thought of it still makes me rock hard. So, try as I might to stay quiet and not move, as time went on and the vibrator increased its intensity, I started to lose control. My breathing got heavier, and I stroked a little faster. I'd stroke my cock with a long full stroke and then let it spring back and smack against my abs with a loud "THWAP". I put more lube on. If you listened carefully, you could hear the my hand slick across the length of my cock as I stroked. And, as the butt plug would occasionally pulse, my body would tighten up to try to hold off the looming orgasm, and in doing so I would slightly spasm and let out a soft moan or grunt.

I'm not sure when, but at some point, probably 25-30 minutes into my session, I noticed that my best friend was no longer breathing the steady cadence of someone who is in REM. I looked over out of the corner of my eye, and was pretty sure I saw his eyes squeeze close. If my suspicions were correct, someone was as he said, not a deep sleeper, and was trying to see how much of a show he could get away with.

And that was all the encouragement I needed. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to cum. BAD. I squeezed some more lube onto my cock, and started to really stroke. If you couldn't hear the rhymthic sound of my lubed hand sliding over my lubed cock before, you certainly could now. My breathing got louder, heavier. My body got tense, and as I beat my meat harder, the bed shook that much more. My abs were tensed and flexed, and looked incredible in the light. I was there. I had been there for almost 40 minutes now, but this was truly the brink. That's when the plug went off. A burst of intense short pulses - and it sent me over the edge. My entire body tensed and my balls tighted, my eyes rolling back in my skull. I let out a loud grunt and moan as my cock, slick with lube, shot jet after jet of hot cum everywhere. One rope hit the mirror behind the headboard, another hit me in the face, and a third on my pillow. Cum continued to shoot out of my hard cock and paint my abs with a thick hot sticky mess. I was left gasping, covered in cum, exhausted. I lay there for a few moments, then got up to towel off and then crawled back into bed and proceeded to pass the fuck out.

The next day we packed up, grabbed breakfast and then headed out. On the way to the airport best friend mentioned how we needed to do this again ASAP, and that we should look at our calendars and find another time to go on a trip together. As for him, part of me wondered the next morning if I'd ended up getting away with it, and I kinda thought I did, at least until we tidying up the room as we were packing up our suitcases. He'd gone down to the front desk and I was making sure we didn't miss anything. I picked up some dirty laundry from the corner of the room, going to throw it into the "don't forget to pack this pile" on the bed, when I picked up the t-shirt he'd been wearing the day before --- and in doing so, realized that it was soaked with cum. I guess he'll have something new to think about now.