Me and and my pal Brian decided to take a vacation trip out to this national park over in Mississippi. We rented a cabin, got our gear together, and packed up that Sunday morning.
Now, Brian was a big fella. Pretty gruff, big belly, hairy arms, stocky and strong, thick brown goatee. To say the least, he was intimidating. Pretty much the poster child for masculinity. I wasn't particularly small myself- I was a bigger guy too, thicker beard, also strong... but Brian was an alpha male.
On the car ride over to our cabin, we talked about his family. His wife was a pretty fine lady- real curvy and blonde. I knew they had an amazing sex life from hearing about it at work. Brian was one of those friends that you really only know from work. It added kind of a mystique to going out on this vacation with him. Made learning about his life a bit more interesting.
When we arrived in the cabin, we unpacked and headed out into town. I won't spoil the story with details of all the shit we did that day. I'll stick to the best part of the vacation...
When we returned to our cabin that night, it was pretty late. We decided to retire early. I went over to my bed and realized that it faced the bathroom at an angle so that I could see in. I didn't pay much attention to it but entertained the idea of peeking in on Brian taking his shower, just to see if he was just as meaty and hairy under his clothes as I expected. But, Brian kept the door shut and locked while he hopped in for a quick cleanup.
Suddenly, something happened that made my heart race. The door creaked open a bit and I saw Brian's arm reach down and grab his bag from beside the bathroom. I could hear a shaving cream can clank against a razor as the door slipped open a tiny bit and revealed him standing at the sink. He was shaving around his neckline stark naked in the crack of the door. I could only see a little, but what I saw was amazing. His ass was thick and hairy and his legs were meaty and strong. I could only see a little bit of his backside, but I was dying to see more. I watched him the entire few minutes that he trimmed up before he shut the door back and put on his boxers.
After that, we chatted for a bit and retreated to bed. The way our room was set up, a thin wall divided our two beds between the small hall where the bathroom and stairs were. When we laid there in the silence, I thought I could hear a bit of creaking. I strained to hear more. After a while, I was convinced that I could hear squishing... "Could Brian be beating his meat through the wall?", I thought, anxious. I immediately became erect and this thought and began yanking my own chain. I listened carefully and tried to sync my stroking up with the noises I was hearing. I wanted to rub myself with him. I quickly relieved myself and fell asleep.
In the morning, Brian woke me up and we went along with our day's plans. I couldn't keep my mind off of that night, hoping I could hear Brian's moist cock through the wall again. I followed him into his room to chat when I noticed a balled up tissue laying in the floor by his bed. I became very excited. Did this mean my suspicions were correct? I had a plan. I casually tossed my phone under Brian's bed when he wasn't looking.
We drifted off into our rooms and I undressed for bed, down to my underwear. I laid there for a minute, but decided to go "look for my cell phone" in Brian's room. I went in and apologized and turned on the light. I told him I left my phone somewhere in hear and he decided to help me look for it. I saw him get out of bed and saw that he was completely naked. His soft dick was lying against his big sack and his black belly hair crept down to his crotch. I had to cover my erection with a pillow. He covered himself loosely with a blanket and I retrieved my phone and left.
