The chafing was the worst. Every step he took until his erection died down was a lesson in willpower. The friction of his waistband against the underside of his glans was as painful as it was arousing. Eventually, he had to pull his trousers lower to even walk. The tip of his cock poked out the top of his pants, creating an odd looking bulge in the bottom of his shirt, but at least the waist band of his pants wasn't threatening to make him cum, or chafe him raw with every step. It was just enough of a reprieve that he was able to settle himself down, and eventually, soften enough that he could wear his pants almost normally again. He was still extremely horny, but he could live with that. It wasn't much different to the past three weeks.
Thomas though, was still walking with an uncomfortable gait. Every few steps, he'd take a bigger side step to try and adjust his package. Every few hundred meters, when they were not in direct view of any the tour group, he'd pause to shift his pants to a more comfortable position. When he did, Luca could see that he was still hard. Very much so. His face was red and distressed. Luca wondered whether it was the arousal or the exertion that did it. Probably a combination of both. After another few hundred meters of this, Luca suggested a break.
"There's some rocks down there near the waves. Want to sit down for a while?" he asked as Thomas adjusted himself once again.
"What's the point?" he snapped. "We're in full view of everyone there. There's not a hope in hell they wouldn't notice us getting our rocks off in front of a view like that. Hell, they'd probably even get pictures of it."
Luca stood expressionless, a little take aback at his friend's outburst. Of course, he'd wanted to push that girl off the rock face, so it was understandable, but still shocking.
"Actually I was thinking we might be able to sit down and think of dead puppies or something for a while. It might make it easier to walk."
Luca watched as Thomas dragged a trembling hand through his hair.
"No offence man, but I don't think even my wet, naked grandma would do the trick right now. I need to cum so freaking bad it hurts." He stopped talking and dropped his hands as a group of tourists approached. Thomas and Luca nodded awkwardly as the passed on the trail. "Every step is fucking agony, Lucky," he said quietly, as soon as the tourists were out of earshot.
Luca bit his lip in worry as Thomas squirmed on the spot, still unconsciously trying to thrust into something, anything to get enough friction. His face was lined with tension, and his dark eyes were watering, and sweat dripped down his neck in trails. He'd never seen him this agitated before.
"Would a quick dip in the water help cool things down?" Luca asked carefully, and Thomas looked up at him with actual tears in his eyes.
"I just want to cum," he pleaded.
"I know," Luca said. He could definitely sympathise. Though his semi had completely deflated at the sight of Thomas breaking down, the weight of his most recent denied orgasm still sat heavily like a stone in his belly, and it wouldn't go away.
"So fucking bad," Thomas winced as he readjusted himself yet again.
Luca moved to stand in front of his train wreck of a friend as another group of tourists came into view. He shielded him as casually as he could as the hikers passed with a friendly hello. One lady looked a bit concerned for Thomas, and asked if he was all right. Luca, thinking on his feet, just told her that he really needed a wee and was trying to make it back to the camp ground toilets. Thomas was jiggling slightly on the spot to try and keep himself from grabbing at his pants, which sold the story rather well. The lady wished them luck and left, sympathy written all over her face.
"I think I'll take that dip now," Thomas said after they'd left, palming his bulge through his jeans with frantic hands. "If I keep walking, I'm going to jizz my pants in front of a crowd of people with cameras. And no one needs holiday photos of my cum face."
Luca smirked. "Really? Some people might pay good money for those."
"Well some people can go to hell," he replied. "Now, I should probably go soak my head before I get to the point where I don't care who sees what."
"You look like you're almost there," Luca commented, Thomas was now squeezing his cock rhythmically from the outside of his jeans, his hips twitching forwards with each movement, and he didn't even seem to notice.
"That's cause I bloody am," he replied hoarsely, and resettled his pack. "Now come on. Let's get in the water before I do something I regret," he said, and made off down the sloping rocks to the waves. Luca followed behind him, watching him pick his way down to the ocean with a stiff and painful looking gait. They found a place where the rocks formed a sheltered pool, and the waves were not so intense there. They lapped gently at the rocks, sending the kelp swaying in the water with each pass.
Thomas had no sooner dropped his pack, than he was wading into the water - shoes and all. He didn't pause until the water was past his waist, his baggy jumper trailing up behind him until it became too waterlogged to float. He whimpered as the water soaked through his jeans, cooling the swollen flesh. He gave it a squeeze as the chill took the mad edge off his lust, but he was still hard, and still desperate for an orgasm. He briefly considered just pulling it out underwater and stroking until he exploded into a million pieces, but he could already hear the muffled conversations of the next batch of hikers as they passed on the trail. And there was no way in hell he'd be able to keep quiet. He'd been holding it back too long to be quiet now. Knowing his luck, they'd assume he was drowning and rush to the rescue, only to find him passed out with his hand on his cock and covered in enough spunk to fill a small swimming pool.
Luca was clearly holding up better than he was, as he was currently sitting down to take off his shoes. But Thomas still couldn't rid his mind of the image of Luca almost biting through his lip as Thomas stroked him closer and closer to completion. And he definitely couldn't forget the taste of his lips as Luca smashed them against his.
