In the middle of July, Mark, John, and I took 3 weeks off to go on a trip through Europe. We visited several countries, spending a few days in one city, walking around, experiencing the culture, the gastronomy, the architecture and the people, and then moving to the next city on the list.
Since we stayed a few days in each city, and in order to keep the cost low, we booked rooms that would accept the three of us. This normally meant a room with both a couple's bed and a single bed. We guessed this was an easy way for the hosts to handle parents and one child, which was fine with us.
When the time came to decide who slept in the single bed, the decision was actually easy. Mark, it seemed, needed white noise to fall asleep, so he would use an app on his phone that played vacuum cleaner sounds for one hour. Naturally, we didn't want to be next to that. We needed sleep, not torture, so he took the single bed and John and I took the couple's bed.
It still took us five nights to convince him to put on some earphones instead of having his phone on loudspeaker...
One night, after walking around looking at monuments and museums, we were settling down to sleep. Mark was around 20 minutes into his white noise beauty sleep. His bed was right next to ours, separated by one or two meters. I was lying in bed, on the side closest to Mark, browsing on my phone.
John came out of the bathroom, having brushed his teeth. I looked up and enjoyed the sight of his body. The three of us only had some boxers on, as it was too hot to wear anything else. He looked good, his body athletic but not overly muscular. His boxers hid a slight outline of his cock as he moved, and I licked my lips, but quickly got back to my phone.
I would have been on my hands and knees on the bed, naked, ready to be fucked by John... if we were alone. But with Mark here... no, we couldn't risk him finding out. So, we wouldn't be doing anything.
John walked to his side of the bed, and I heard him move some things around, probably getting some clothes ready for the next day. After a few minutes, he pulled back the covers, got on the bed, and pulled them back up.
I thought he would get on his phone and check things out before falling asleep, like I was doing. Instead, he turned sideways so he was facing my back, and I felt a hand touching my shoulder. I shuddered as he lightly moved his hand, slowly moving it down my torso, caressing my skin.
"What are you doing?" I asked in a whisper, my eyes now glued to Mark's face.
"It's been a while... and I'm just itching for some of this," John replied, his hand grabbing my butt. "So, I figured today would be as good a day as any."
"Mark's here. He can wake up at any time... we can't..."
He put his hand on my hip and pulled me a bit towards him. His entire body was now closer, and he put his face close to mine. "You know he'll sleep like a rock with that thing on," he whispered to my ear.
John moved even closer, his legs touching mine, and I felt something touch my butt. I glanced back towards him with a questioning look, and his mouth split into a wide grin. That was all the confirmation I needed: he wasn't wearing any underwear. What I felt touch my butt was his cock.
A rapidly growing cock, as he nestled it on my butt and slowly moved it up and down, stimulating both of us. I almost reflexively arched my back, sticking my butt out more, wanting to feel his cock.
With one hand and some help from me, he completely removed my boxers and started grinding his cock on my butt crack. Up and down, up and down, sometimes applying more pressure on my hole. His hand grasped my cock and started to slowly jack me off. I opened my mouth in a long, silent moan.
Slow, everything was so slow. For several minutes, he continued his excruciatingly slow movements. I wanted more, I needed more. So many days without any action had been hard on me.
"... in..." I breathed out an almost inaudible whisper.
"What's that?" he asked. His movements didn't stop. "I couldn't hear you."
Damn it, he knew what I had said. I could hear it in his tone. He was just playing with me, knowing he could tease me until I broke.
"... put it in..." I whispered, a bit louder this time. I moved my butt in a futile attempt to capture his cock.
Then he surprised me by stopping completely and using his hand to hold my hip. He pressed his cock head to my entrance and pushed in until the head had popped in.
I moaned a bit, and quickly put a hand over my mouth. Looking over at Mark, he was still asleep. Good, the moan hadn't been enough to wake him up.
I pushed backwards, trying to take more of John's cock... but I couldn't. When I tried, he stopped me with his hand. I tried again, and was stopped again. Why? Why wasn't he fucking me?
"Oh? So now you want it? But you were so afraid Mark would wake up and see us," John whispered.
"He... still hasn't... and if we're careful... please..." I replied, still trying to take in more of John's cock. I needed it so badly.
"Then tell me what you want," he said. How did he control himself when he could just slide the rest inside me and fuck me right there and then? It was frustrating, but I knew him. This was his game, and it would only make the end result better for both of us.
So I played my role... well, not that I had much of a choice.
