Experience by:@_fSp_PedroCategory: FictionDate: 25/10/22 I have always loved to travel. To escape the familiar, see other cities, other people, other cultures. And after years and years of discovering wonderful places, I have accumulated many anecdotes, but the best one is definitely the one I am going to tell here.
It happened in the winter of 2018. I usually save a week of vacation at the end of November, and that year I decided to do some domestic tourism. And, although I prefer not to say exactly where I went, I can say that it was in the Extremadura area. Not having a lot of budget, I decided to stay in a hostel in the area. Spending a week in a hotel was a luxury I couldn't afford, and I have always liked the good vibes of people who travel without much money, simply for the pleasure of traveling. I arrived there on a Friday late in the afternoon. The hostel was very nice. It had two floors: on the ground floor there were two rooms, the kitchen/dining area, and a bathroom; on the second floor, three more rooms and another bathroom; and an additional bathroom was located on a mezzanine, halfway up a staircase (I never quite understood why they placed it there, away from everything). I was attended by a very nice receptionist who, after giving me a towel and some sheets, escorted me to my room. It was one of the ones on the second floor, not very spacious, with four bunk beds, lockers, and a small balcony. I was alone, as the girl explained to me, it was the low season and that weekend there were no significant events in the city. I chose one of the bottom beds, the one closest to the door, smoked a cigarette on the balcony, stored my things in a locker, and went out for a walk.
After spending the weekend visiting many things that I won't dwell on, Monday arrived. That day I went to visit a nearby town and returned late on the bus. Upon arriving at the hostel, I entered my room, turned on the light, and saw that someone else had arrived. In the bunk at the back, next to mine, there were suitcases and someone tangled in the sheets on the bottom bed. Not wanting to disturb, I turned off the light, undressed as quietly as possible, and got into bed. I don't usually wear pajamas to sleep, I like to do it in my underwear, and the fact that the hostel didn't skimp on heating suited me well. I heard a movement from the other bed and looked, hoping not to have woken the other person.
Although our bunk beds were attached on the shorter side (my feet would be a few centimeters from their head), it was not very clear, just a silhouette, and since they only moved a little, I fell asleep without worrying much more.
The next morning I woke up early, grabbed my towel, and went to the shower. The bathrooms were communal, with the showers divided by a small wall that reached from the feet to chest height. After using the toilet, taking a shower, and brushing my teeth, I returned to the room wrapped in the towel. I entered again without turning on the light to avoid disturbing, but when I closed the door, I heard a deep voice: "Good morning." I turned on the light and saw my roommate sitting on the bed dressed only in long pajama pants. I had no difficulty striking up a conversation with him while opening the blinds a bit to let in some light. He was a very friendly guy who shared my passion for traveling, a bit older than me, and with whom I felt very comfortable right away. To avoid revealing his name, let's call him Jorge, for example. We hit it off right away, and with all the naturalness in the world, I took off the towel and got dressed while talking to him. Finally, we agreed that same day to go visit a small village we both wanted to see. During that little excursion, we became quite good friends.
As roommates, we followed a somewhat similar routine: I usually woke up earlier, showered, and found Jorge awake when I returned. Then he would shower, and we would go sightseeing. We would return to the hostel, and sleep. Wednesday was an especially tiring day when we went hiking. Upon returning to the hostel, as always, we undressed, Jorge put on his pajamas, we turned off the light, and both fell asleep. However, not even an hour had passed since I fell asleep when I woke up again. I heard some small noises coming from Jorge's bed and understood perfectly what was happening. But I didn't know because I saw it, as I could barely make out his silhouette, nor did I hear it. I knew it because of the smell. Two guys in a closed room with strong heating already filled the air, but if one of them takes out his dick and starts jerking off, you can imagine: the smell of cock was strong. I usually took advantage of the shower time to relieve myself with a good wank, as I woke up happy and there was no one in the bathroom so early, but I could see that Jorge had different schedules. I tried not to let him know that I had woken up so that he could enjoy his moment, but what I couldn't avoid was my cock waking up. After listening to him pleasuring himself for a while, he started to increase the pace more and more until he tensed up, let out a few sighs, and came. The smell of cock was joined by an even stronger one. After relaxing, I heard him clean up, cover himself again, and fall asleep. I had a raging hard-on, and it took me a long time to fall back asleep while thinking about everything that had happened.
The next morning, I woke up later than usual. Jorge was already stretching, and after greeting each other (a bit embarrassed on my part), I waited for my morning wood to subside, which was usual for me, and headed to the shower. To my surprise, Jorge followed me. Of course, that was his shower time. The conversation in the hallway, with our usual confidence, made me realize that there was no problem with what I had seen. I think at that moment I completely normalized what had happened the night before. While I was peeing, he got into the shower, and I mentioned, with all the nonchalance in the world, how I had heard him jerking off. We laughed about the situation, and he apologized, but I downplayed it and got into the shower next to him while we continued chatting. This time the conversation got a bit more heated. I ended up confessing about my morning wanks in the shower, and with all the naturalness that characterized us, he encouraged me not to abandon the good traditions just because he was there. Obviously, I took him up on that offer. I started touching my cock, which was already half-erect, and it didn't take long for it to become fully hard. The conversation continued to heat up. I was discovering the thrill of jerking off while chatting with a friend, looking him in the eyes while sharing that moment, and at one point, I couldn't speak without letting out a moan. It was the shortest wank of my life. I increased the pace, jerking off my cock with one hand while squeezing my balls with the other, unable to control the moans, until I had a powerful orgasm. I left the shower wall covered in cum, and even had a little bit stuck to my legs from those last weaker spurts. As my heart rate slowed down, I looked at Jorge and saw him smiling, peeking over the wall, telling me how impressed he was with my cumshot. We laughed, finished showering, and as always, went out sightseeing.
Throughout that day, the scene we had experienced in the morning would occasionally come to mind, but most of all, what I remembered the most was the previous night. Would Jorge jerk off again that night? I was convinced he would, and I was looking forward to that moment. However, upon returning to the hostel, my hopes vanished: there were five more people in the room: two couples of foreigners (two men and two women) in the two remaining free bunks, with four bicycles they had half-piled in a space between the beds and the wall; and another guy in the upper bunk above mine. They were all awake, so we greeted each other politely and got into our beds. I undressed under the sheets and lay there looking at my phone until the lights went out. I stayed awake a little longer just in case Jorge repeated, but it was evident that it wasn't going to happen with so many people there.
The next morning, Friday, was like the first ones, with the only difference being that when I went to shower, the two couples with whom I shared the room were also in the bathroom. The bathrooms were unisex, but there were only four showers, so I had to wait for one of them to finish before I could shower. I liked the naturalness of everyone, who, upon leaving the shower and drying off, stayed naked while brushing their teeth, combing their hair, and all that, but precisely because they stayed there, I had to skip the wank. Jorge showered after them, and we left. I would return home on Saturday morning, so that would be my last day of tourism there. And, to be honest, we had a pretty good time. There was even a moment when we were laughing and commenting on how that day we both missed out on a wank.
Upon returning to the hostel, the two couples had already left, and the bunks were empty. However, the other guy was still there, although he was out at that moment. Jorge and I chatted a bit more, but neither of us brought up the topic of wanking. We got into bed and fell asleep.
After a while, I woke up. For a moment, I was excited thinking I had heard Jorge jerking off again, but it was just the other guy, who had returned late and was climbing onto the bunk above mine. I turned around and tried to fall back asleep, but before I could, what I had been waiting for finally happened: I started to hear movement with the sheets, a soft but constant up and down sound, and I noticed that recognizable smell of cock. Jorge was jerking off.
I got instantly turned on imagining what his cock, his balls, his pleasure-filled face would be like, but I didn't dare do anything with the other guy in the room, so I just stayed still. Jorge began to moan softly, and then I thought I felt something. Was my bed moving? At first, I thought I had imagined it, but soon I saw that it wasn't my imagination, it was really moving, at a constant pace similar to what I had heard before from Jorge.
And, once again, it was clear what was happening: the other guy was jerking off too. At that moment, something clicked in me, and I said, screw it. I threw off the sheets and finally started jerking off my cock, after having it rock hard for so long.
It was an amazing moment. The three of us jerking off at the same time, giving each other pleasure to the max, in the dark. I uncovered completely and got more comfortable, taking off my briefs.
Both Jorge and the other guy continued to jerk off stealthily, but I got bolder and started going harder, letting out a few moans. Of course, from that point on, all caution was lost. I heard Jorge take off his pajama pants and go at it harder, and the same with the other guy.
Suddenly, the bunk was shaking more and more. The atmosphere was heavily charged, smelling of cock and sweat, which, at least for me, turned me on even more. I grabbed my balls, rubbed my head (so wet from how turned on I was), pinched my nipples, sighed, moaned, and enjoyed listening to my roommates while we pleasured ourselves.
There came a point where Jorge stopped, and I assumed he had climaxed, as I heard him move to clean up. The other guy and I kept going. The wank in the shower with Jorge had been very quick, and this time I wanted to savor it more. Suddenly, I felt the room darken even more, and that's because Jorge hadn't climaxed, he had gotten up and was standing in front of our beds. A muffled moan from the guy above, along with the bunk stopping its movement for a moment, indicated that Jorge had switched his cock for another.
I didn't hesitate. With my free hand, I reached for the silhouette in front of me, and it didn't take long for me to grab Jorge's cock. If I thought I was in heaven before, this was pure paradise. I started jerking him off slowly while listening to him moan. Occasionally, I would stop to run my thumb over his head and frenulum, something I love and from what I was hearing, Jorge did too. We continued like that for a while; I didn't know what was happening above, but I wanted to do one thing. I stopped jerking off, sat up in bed while still jerking him off, and brought my nose to his cock. It was the best thing I had ever done in my life. Suddenly, I couldn't take my face away from there. I went down to bury my face between his balls, inhaling as much as I could, while still vigorously jerking him off with one hand and grabbing his ass with the other. I was infinitely grateful that Jorge showered in the mornings and not at night because if he had smelled strongly of soap, it wouldn't have been the same. I think having my face buried in his balls made Jorge unable to hold back any longer because as I was doing that, I felt his cock grow in my hand, he started moaning loudly without trying to hide it, and shortly after, he was showering me with his cum. I licked it off to taste it as it dripped down my face and chest, all while still smelling his balls. I was beyond turned on. Shortly after, I heard the guy above moaning, and from the sound of it, he must have had a massive orgasm. Meanwhile, I still had my face buried in Jorge's package and felt his cock deflate. Then I felt his hands separate me from him, lay me back down, and he leaned over next to me. A bit blindly, he caressed my chest, filling his hand with his own cum, and then grabbed my cock. I can say that I have never had such a good handjob as that one. With his expert hand, he jerked me off while caressing, pinching, and squeezing my whole body with the other. All I could do was writhe in pleasure while moaning loudly. I couldn't hold out for long, and shortly after, I exploded.
Just as I shot my first load, Jorge grabbed my head and started rubbing my head with his free hand, while still jerking me off with the other. My orgasm ended up all in his hand while I literally screamed in pleasure. I don't know how long that orgasm lasted, to be honest, but it was one of the best I can remember.
When I relaxed, he removed his cum-covered hands from my cock. I felt my cum dripping from my cock to my balls, and from there, dripping onto the sheets. I felt Jorge climb up on my bed, lying on top of me, until I felt one of his sticky hands on my face. And then, he kissed me. With our legs intertwined, his cock on top of mine, covered in cum, hugging each other, we kissed. Without saying anything, he took the sheet, covered both of us, and we fell asleep embracing each other.
The next morning, I woke up early. I got out of bed carefully, trying not to wake Jorge, and went to the shower. That day, I didn't jerk off there. When I returned, both of them were still asleep. The room still smelled of guys, cocks, cum. I got hard again, but I had to control myself, got dressed quietly, grabbed my things, and left. I stopped almost at the exit door of the hostel and quickly took out a pen and paper from my backpack, wrote down my phone number, went back to the room, and left it in Jorge's hand, who was still asleep. Then, I turned around and left, thinking that I never found out the other guy's name.
I have always loved to travel. To escape the familiar, see other cities, other people, other cultures. And after years and years of discovering wonderful places, I have accumulated many anecdotes, but the best one is definitely the one I am going to tell here.
It happened in the winter of 2018. I usually save a week of vacation at the end of November, and that year I decided to do some domestic tourism. And, although I prefer not to say exactly where I went, I can say that it was in the Extremadura area. Not having a lot of budget, I decided to stay in a hostel in the area. Spending a week in a hotel was a luxury I couldn't afford, and I have always liked the good vibes of people who travel without much money, simply for the pleasure of traveling. 
I arrived there on a Friday late in the afternoon. The hostel was very nice. It had two floors: on the ground floor there were two rooms, the kitchen/dining area, and a bathroom; on the second floor, three more rooms and another bathroom; and an additional bathroom was located on a mezzanine, halfway up a staircase (I never quite understood why they placed it there, away from everything). I was attended by a very nice receptionist who, after giving me a towel and some sheets, escorted me to my room. It was one of the ones on the second floor, not very spacious, with four bunk beds, lockers, and a small balcony. I was alone, as the girl explained to me, it was the low season and that weekend there were no significant events in the city. I chose one of the bottom beds, the one closest to the door, smoked a cigarette on the balcony, stored my things in a locker, and went out for a walk.
After spending the weekend visiting many things that I won't dwell on, Monday arrived. That day I went to visit a nearby town and returned late on the bus. Upon arriving at the hostel, I entered my room, turned on the light, and saw that someone else had arrived. In the bunk at the back, next to mine, there were suitcases and someone tangled in the sheets on the bottom bed. Not wanting to disturb, I turned off the light, undressed as quietly as possible, and got into bed. I don't usually wear pajamas to sleep, I like to do it in my underwear, and the fact that the hostel didn't skimp on heating suited me well. I heard a movement from the other bed and looked, hoping not to have woken the other person.
Although our bunk beds were attached on the shorter side (my feet would be a few centimeters from their head), it was not very clear, just a silhouette, and since they only moved a little, I fell asleep without worrying much more.
The next morning I woke up early, grabbed my towel, and went to the shower. The bathrooms were communal, with the showers divided by a small wall that reached from the feet to chest height. After using the toilet, taking a shower, and brushing my teeth, I returned to the room wrapped in the towel. I entered again without turning on the light to avoid disturbing, but when I closed the door, I heard a deep voice: "Good morning." I turned on the light and saw my roommate sitting on the bed dressed only in long pajama pants. I had no difficulty striking up a conversation with him while opening the blinds a bit to let in some light. He was a very friendly guy who shared my passion for traveling, a bit older than me, and with whom I felt very comfortable right away. To avoid revealing his name, let's call him Jorge, for example. We hit it off right away, and with all the naturalness in the world, I took off the towel and got dressed while talking to him. Finally, we agreed that same day to go visit a small village we both wanted to see. During that little excursion, we became quite good friends.
As roommates, we followed a somewhat similar routine: I usually woke up earlier, showered, and found Jorge awake when I returned. Then he would shower, and we would go sightseeing. We would return to the hostel, and sleep. 
Wednesday was an especially tiring day when we went hiking. Upon returning to the hostel, as always, we undressed, Jorge put on his pajamas, we turned off the light, and both fell asleep. However, not even an hour had passed since I fell asleep when I woke up again. I heard some small noises coming from Jorge's bed and understood perfectly what was happening. But I didn't know because I saw it, as I could barely make out his silhouette, nor did I hear it. I knew it because of the smell. Two guys in a closed room with strong heating already filled the air, but if one of them takes out his dick and starts jerking off, you can imagine: the smell of cock was strong. I usually took advantage of the shower time to relieve myself with a good wank, as I woke up happy and there was no one in the bathroom so early, but I could see that Jorge had different schedules. I tried not to let him know that I had woken up so that he could enjoy his moment, but what I couldn't avoid was my cock waking up. After listening to him pleasuring himself for a while, he started to increase the pace more and more until he tensed up, let out a few sighs, and came. The smell of cock was joined by an even stronger one. After relaxing, I heard him clean up, cover himself again, and fall asleep. I had a raging hard-on, and it took me a long time to fall back asleep while thinking about everything that had happened.
The next morning, I woke up later than usual. Jorge was already stretching, and after greeting each other (a bit embarrassed on my part), I waited for my morning wood to subside, which was usual for me, and headed to the shower. To my surprise, Jorge followed me. Of course, that was his shower time. The conversation in the hallway, with our usual confidence, made me realize that there was no problem with what I had seen. I think at that moment I completely normalized what had happened the night before. While I was peeing, he got into the shower, and I mentioned, with all the nonchalance in the world, how I had heard him jerking off. We laughed about the situation, and he apologized, but I downplayed it and got into the shower next to him while we continued chatting. This time the conversation got a bit more heated. I ended up confessing about my morning wanks in the shower, and with all the naturalness that characterized us, he encouraged me not to abandon the good traditions just because he was there. Obviously, I took him up on that offer. 
I started touching my cock, which was already half-erect, and it didn't take long for it to become fully hard. The conversation continued to heat up. I was discovering the thrill of jerking off while chatting with a friend, looking him in the eyes while sharing that moment, and at one point, I couldn't speak without letting out a moan. It was the shortest wank of my life. I increased the pace, jerking off my cock with one hand while squeezing my balls with the other, unable to control the moans, until I had a powerful orgasm. I left the shower wall covered in cum, and even had a little bit stuck to my legs from those last weaker spurts. As my heart rate slowed down, I looked at Jorge and saw him smiling, peeking over the wall, telling me how impressed he was with my cumshot. We laughed, finished showering, and as always, went out sightseeing.
Throughout that day, the scene we had experienced in the morning would occasionally come to mind, but most of all, what I remembered the most was the previous night. 
Would Jorge jerk off again that night? I was convinced he would, and I was looking forward to that moment. However, upon returning to the hostel, my hopes vanished: there were five more people in the room: two couples of foreigners (two men and two women) in the two remaining free bunks, with four bicycles they had half-piled in a space between the beds and the wall; and another guy in the upper bunk above mine. They were all awake, so we greeted each other politely and got into our beds. I undressed under the sheets and lay there looking at my phone until the lights went out. I stayed awake a little longer just in case Jorge repeated, but it was evident that it wasn't going to happen with so many people there.
The next morning, Friday, was like the first ones, with the only difference being that when I went to shower, the two couples with whom I shared the room were also in the bathroom. The bathrooms were unisex, but there were only four showers, so I had to wait for one of them to finish before I could shower. I liked the naturalness of everyone, who, upon leaving the shower and drying off, stayed naked while brushing their teeth, combing their hair, and all that, but precisely because they stayed there, I had to skip the wank. Jorge showered after them, and we left. I would return home on Saturday morning, so that would be my last day of tourism there. And, to be honest, we had a pretty good time. There was even a moment when we were laughing and commenting on how that day we both missed out on a wank.
Upon returning to the hostel, the two couples had already left, and the bunks were empty. However, the other guy was still there, although he was out at that moment. Jorge and I chatted a bit more, but neither of us brought up the topic of wanking. We got into bed and fell asleep.
After a while, I woke up. For a moment, I was excited thinking I had heard Jorge jerking off again, but it was just the other guy, who had returned late and was climbing onto the bunk above mine. I turned around and tried to fall back asleep, but before I could, what I had been waiting for finally happened: I started to hear movement with the sheets, a soft but constant up and down sound, and I noticed that recognizable smell of cock. Jorge was jerking off.
I got instantly turned on imagining what his cock, his balls, his pleasure-filled face would be like, but I didn't dare do anything with the other guy in the room, so I just stayed still. Jorge began to moan softly, and then I thought I felt something. Was my bed moving? At first, I thought I had imagined it, but soon I saw that it wasn't my imagination, it was really moving, at a constant pace similar to what I had heard before from Jorge.
And, once again, it was clear what was happening: the other guy was jerking off too. At that moment, something clicked in me, and I said, screw it. I threw off the sheets and finally started jerking off my cock, after having it rock hard for so long.
It was an amazing moment. The three of us jerking off at the same time, giving each other pleasure to the max, in the dark. I uncovered completely and got more comfortable, taking off my briefs.
Both Jorge and the other guy continued to jerk off stealthily, but I got bolder and started going harder, letting out a few moans. Of course, from that point on, all caution was lost. I heard Jorge take off his pajama pants and go at it harder, and the same with the other guy.
Suddenly, the bunk was shaking more and more. The atmosphere was heavily charged, smelling of cock and sweat, which, at least for me, turned me on even more. I grabbed my balls, rubbed my head (so wet from how turned on I was), pinched my nipples, sighed, moaned, and enjoyed listening to my roommates while we pleasured ourselves.
There came a point where Jorge stopped, and I assumed he had climaxed, as I heard him move to clean up. The other guy and I kept going. The wank in the shower with Jorge had been very quick, and this time I wanted to savor it more. Suddenly, I felt the room darken even more, and that's because Jorge hadn't climaxed, he had gotten up and was standing in front of our beds. A muffled moan from the guy above, along with the bunk stopping its movement for a moment, indicated that Jorge had switched his cock for another.
I didn't hesitate. With my free hand, I reached for the silhouette in front of me, and it didn't take long for me to grab Jorge's cock. If I thought I was in heaven before, this was pure paradise. I started jerking him off slowly while listening to him moan. Occasionally, I would stop to run my thumb over his head and frenulum, something I love and from what I was hearing, Jorge did too. We continued like that for a while; I didn't know what was happening above, but I wanted to do one thing. I stopped jerking off, sat up in bed while still jerking him off, and brought my nose to his cock. It was the best thing I had ever done in my life. Suddenly, I couldn't take my face away from there. I went down to bury my face between his balls, inhaling as much as I could, while still vigorously jerking him off with one hand and grabbing his ass with the other. I was infinitely grateful that Jorge showered in the mornings and not at night because if he had smelled strongly of soap, it wouldn't have been the same. I think having my face buried in his balls made Jorge unable to hold back any longer because as I was doing that, I felt his cock grow in my hand, he started moaning loudly without trying to hide it, and shortly after, he was showering me with his cum. I licked it off to taste it as it dripped down my face and chest, all while still smelling his balls. I was beyond turned on. Shortly after, I heard the guy above moaning, and from the sound of it, he must have had a massive orgasm. 
Meanwhile, I still had my face buried in Jorge's package and felt his cock deflate. Then I felt his hands separate me from him, lay me back down, and he leaned over next to me. A bit blindly, he caressed my chest, filling his hand with his own cum, and then grabbed my cock. I can say that I have never had such a good handjob as that one. With his expert hand, he jerked me off while caressing, pinching, and squeezing my whole body with the other. All I could do was writhe in pleasure while moaning loudly. I couldn't hold out for long, and shortly after, I exploded.
Just as I shot my first load, Jorge grabbed my head and started rubbing my head with his free hand, while still jerking me off with the other. My orgasm ended up all in his hand while I literally screamed in pleasure. I don't know how long that orgasm lasted, to be honest, but it was one of the best I can remember.
When I relaxed, he removed his cum-covered hands from my cock. I felt my cum dripping from my cock to my balls, and from there, dripping onto the sheets. I felt Jorge climb up on my bed, lying on top of me, until I felt one of his sticky hands on my face. And then, he kissed me. With our legs intertwined, his cock on top of mine, covered in cum, hugging each other, we kissed. Without saying anything, he took the sheet, covered both of us, and we fell asleep embracing each other.
The next morning, I woke up early. I got out of bed carefully, trying not to wake Jorge, and went to the shower. That day, I didn't jerk off there. When I returned, both of them were still asleep. The room still smelled of guys, cocks, cum. I got hard again, but I had to control myself, got dressed quietly, grabbed my things, and left. I stopped almost at the exit door of the hostel and quickly took out a pen and paper from my backpack, wrote down my phone number, went back to the room, and left it in Jorge's hand, who was still asleep. Then, I turned around and left, thinking that I never found out the other guy's name.