This is Part 2 of a 4 Part Story. (side note, Part 3 & 4 are mostly written too so there will be a shorter gap between now and the end of this story! I hope you enjoy, and as before feedback very welcome.)
As we entered the hotel room I felt a pang of excitement as I realised we'd made a mistake with our booking. "Shit, sorry fellas, I thought I'd booked two rooms, let me go down and speak to reception and see if we can swap" Mark seemed unusually flustered, before Adam interrupted, "No problem, ill make do on the sofa, that double bed is just two singles so you can just pull them apart" he suggested, seemingly not bothered at all by having to spend every night squashed up on a sofa that barely looked like it could seat 3 people.
"Works for me." I added, and with that we began to unpack.
As I hung up my shirts, and packed away my boxers in drawers, I began to forget about my earlier urges. I felt more relaxed knowing I was still sharing a room with Mark, and that Adam was staying in the living room, at least I'd have some space away from him.
"Mind if I put my underwear in the same drawer? Doesn't seem to be much space..." Mark was mid-sentence as Adam barged through the door, already in nothing but his swimming shorts. Impossible as it may have seemed, they were even tighter than the shorts he was wearing earlier. They hugged his muscular thighs, and as he turned it was easy to see the outline and details of his firm butt. He was a neanderthal, but a beautiful one, I thought to myself.
"What's taking you so long?! Sun sets in a couple of hours and these biceps won't tan themselves." He boasted, as he flexed his muscles in the mirror, and smiled to himself.
"We won't be long, why don't you head down and get a couple of sun loungers for us all?" Mark suggested.
"Absolutely not, do I look like your slave?!" Adam replied. I'll sit right here and wait for you both, I need to make sure you're not faffing about in here.
With that, he sat at the end of Marks side of the bed, continuing to eye himself up in the mirror. I felt this sudden rush of excitement again, and it was making me breathless. Did he want to see me get changed, perhaps? I felt tense, but I couldn't be sure if it was all in my head. Nothing more had been said since his comment on the plane while he caught me staring at his tight shorts. Regardless, I'd finished packing, and to Adam's point, I had now been "faffing" around, slightly embarrassed and not totally sure what to do.
"NONE OF THAT! No chance!!" Adam shouted as he bounced off the end of Mark's bed like he was spring-loaded. Mark had been in the corner of the room with his towel wrapped round him, awkwardly failing to change into his swimming shorts without anyone noticing. Adam pulled at his towel and began tickling his ribs. Mark wasn't particularly toned and quite pale, but he was slim with a flat stomach that had been threatening to turn into a six pack for some years now. Like Adam, he had a shaved chest and armpits. Mark giggled inspite of himself and tried desperately to push Adam off him. However, as fit as Mark was, Adam was stronger.
"Help me!" Mark called out to me as Adam relentlessly tugged away at his towel, which Mark was valiantly clinging too for dear life. "Come on, let him change in peace" I said to Adam, albeit half-heartedly as I stood and watched this beast of a man gradually over power Mark.
"Oh forget it. Who cares anyway" Mark said, exasperated as he let go of his towel and allowed Adam to pull it off him and chuck it to the floor. Mark was now left stood in the middle of the room completely naked. It was a first for me, I'd seen Mark with his shirt off plenty of times, and never given it a second thought, but all the running Mark had been doing clearly paid off, not only was he slim he had one of the tightest, well rounded looking bubble butts I had ever seen. The view was blocked for me to see anything else as Mark quickly pulled up his swimming trunks, but for the first time I was looking at Mark in a different light, I felt the urge to touch him, as I wondered what that cute butt would feel like in my grasp.
"That's what you get for trying to hide away like a girl" Adam laughed before turning to me. "What are you waiting for? Don't think we're not all going to see everything on this holiday anyway" said Adam. Mark looked at me apologetically, but he needn't have. Deep down I wanted him to see me too, though I tried to maintain my faux annoyance.
"You are an arse, Adam, I'll give you that" I replied. "But I'm not intimidated, you clearly being a pervert doesn't bother me at all, we're all men here." I pulled off my shirt over head, to reveal my comparatively toned body, and without making eye contact with Adam or Mark, who was pretending not to watch, unzipped my jeans and pulled them to the floor. "Woah, where've you been hiding that?" Adam called out in fake surprise, knowing he'd taken a look at me trying to wee back in the airport. I don't know what had come over me, but it was at that moment though I had realised just how aroused I was, looking down I could see I was half way to being fully erect. How had I not noticed? Feeling myself go red, there was little I could do about it, I awkwardly pulled down my boxers, trying to cover up my dick as much as I could, but failing as I felt Adam's eyes watching every slip of my hand.
"See? Nothing to see here" I said, trying to sound as confident as possible. "I disagree." replied Adam, "There is a whole lot to see there." Even Mark, who had previously been pretending to continue unpacking was watching me from the reflection in the bedroom mirror. We made eye contact before he quickly looked away. At that point, I gave up trying to hide my erection. Whilst I was sure my dick was probably the smallest in the group, it had now grown to its full 6 inches, and my foreskin had started to make its way back revealing the tip of my dick to the room. It felt kind of liberating standing there, and I could feel Adam's eyes, still greedily taking in the sight, and Mark couldn't help but return his gaze toward me whilst he pretended to pack. As I turned round to grab my swim shorts, only I realised they weren't there. "Looking for these?" Adam laughed as he held my swimming shorts up. Suddenly feeling embarrassed, I covered my dick up with one hand as best I could. "Very funny, Adam. Give them back now please."
"You'll have to catch me first!" Adam yelled as he ran out of the room and into the living room, laughing as he went. I followed him out into the kitchen area where he held my shorts behind his back. "Come on, this is childish" I scolded him and tried to reach round him to grab them as we moved into the corner of the room and up against a cabinet. As I got closer to him I felt my chest rub against his body, he was warm and a little sweaty, but in a way made him more desirable to me, the urge to lick his chest popped into my mind but I resisted. As I moved to angle around him to get my shorts and he tried to hold me off with one arm, his hand brushed the top of my dick, which was now bobbing freely and fully erect. I was becoming more aroused as we began to grapple. I wanted him to grab me and tickle me like he did to Mark, I wanted him to kiss me from head to toe before taking my erect cock into his mouth. "Oops, what was that? "Are you hard?" He asked quietly as he released my shorts and watched me bend over to pick them up. "No" I lied. I still couldn't bring myself to admit how I felt, even when it was so visually obvious.
"Have you two stopped playing now?" Mark asked as he walked into the kitchen, looking slightly serious and blushed. "Yes, yes, come on lets go to the pool and cool off" Adam said whilst winking at me.
