It had been three weeks of travelling now, and Luca was ready to burst. As an 18 year old, with a healthy sex drive, he'd been jacking off most days since he'd hit puberty. Sometimes more than once. But for the past three weeks, he'd been on a family holiday. His best friend Thomas had come too, but they had to sleep in the annex with his sister, which meant no talking after 10pm, and absolutely no alone time.
The last time he'd busted his nut was in the shower on the morning they'd left, and every day he gone without since then had only made him hornier. The showers at the park were very public, and even the sound of soaping up echoed throughout the tiled room. The sound of rubbing one out would be obvious to everyone in earshot, not to mention that the showers were the type that drained through an open pipe along the wall that ran through every shower before emptying into a singular drain at the end of the room. Having his spunk take a scenic tour of every shower stall in the room was not something he thought he could live down.
And so, he'd spent three weeks trying to pretend he wasn't desperately horny. As well as trying to come up with ways he could be alone long enough to jerk out a quick one.
He'd tried going to the toilet block in the middle of the night, but his mum had caught him leaving and insisted on a buddy system for midnight toilet runs - for safety. He'd tried sneaking off around the rocks at the beach, but the walking path was too close. He'd tried stroking one out while swimming in the ocean, and despite the cold, he'd gotten agonizingly close a few times. But each time he'd felt his balls tightening with that delicious feeling, a wave had come, making him duck below the surface and steady himself with both hands, or Thomas had swam up close to him to chat.
He was at his wit's end. Every nerve was extra sensitive. Even shaking after taking a piss was hazardous, and putting on trousers was mildly arousing. Sometimes he could forget it for hours on end. Other times, he felt like a throbbing cock with a person attached. The all-consuming lust was distracting at best, and painful and alienating at worst.
But this morning, something had woken him up. He could hear the morning creatures start to stir outside the annex, and a dim light outside threw everything in the tent into silhouette. But it wasn't the dawn that awoke him; or the drip of condensation from the canvas roof. Next to him, Thomas was making tiny shifting sounds, his breathing fast but muffled. Luca saw the blanket rising and falling at his waist in rapid motion. With his own morning erection poking into the side of his mattress enticingly, Luca knew exactly what Thomas was doing. It seemed he wasn't alone in his frustration after all. But this was not the time or the place to be indulging it.
"Hey," he whispered into the quiet of the tent. The tiny movements stopped, and he heard Thomas curse and breathe out a very shaky breath.
"What?" he whispered back. As if he didn't know 'what'.
Luca pointed over at his sister sleeping on the other side of Thomas. She was a light sleeper at the best of times. His unfortunate erection pressed more firmly into the mattress as he leaned forward to point. A slow accidental thrust that sparked a jolt of pleasure along his glans. Fucking hell he was horny. He could almost get off from that.
He heard a frustrated sigh from Thomas, and his sleeping bag made an angry sound as he turned onto his side to face him.
"I'm fucking dying here, Lucky," he breathed and squirmed a bit. He must have been close to nutting when he'd been interrupted. Luca nodded down at his own aching problem and agreed.
"I know how you feel," he said. "But not with my sister here you fucktard." Thomas' silhouette breathed a heavy sigh, that he took for resignation. But then he shifted closer.
"Where then?" came the question, close enough that Luca could taste his breath. "I know you're as hard up for it as me," he whispered. Luca couldn't argue with that - not when he could feel the slick of precum on his boxers where his glans teased against the material. When he was in this state, he could nut in under a minute with barely any stimulation. He could almost set a timer by it. But he'd been looking for a place all holiday. There was nowhere.
"Just try to go back to sleep," he whispered, knowing there wasn't much chance of that happening now. Truth was, finding Thomas with his hands on himself had only increased his lust. Not that he had a thing for his best friend - who was a guy, and definitely not a girl. Not that it mattered. He was just not into guys. It was just that suddenly, he realised that he was not the only one. Thomas had been having the same, massively frustrating problem that he had. He needed to cum. Badly. Excruciatingly badly.
"I can't," Thomas finally replied. "I'm too...ramped up. Sure we can't just go to the loos?"
Luca twitched in his pyjama bottoms. He could feel his pulse amplify in his cock. They could go in the buddy system, and no one was likely to be there at this time of day. The idea of beating it in the cubicle next to Thomas was an exciting one. Not because he'd next to Thomas, but because he'd actually get the orgasm he'd been aching for, for the past three weeks.
"Ok," he answered, hardly believing himself. They should really be trying to go to back to sleep. But his cock was starved for attention - practically weeping in his underwear from loneliness. Or horniness. No big difference, really.
"Really?" Thomas whispered, and Luca felt his breath on his lips again. His erection dribbled another pearl of precum to his pants. If he didn't go to the toilet, he might just cum from nothing at all, and wouldn't that be embarrassing?
"Let's go," he affirmed, and fought his way free of his sleeping bag. He heard Thomas doing the same next to him, and caught a glimpse in silhouette of his tented pyjama bottoms. Impressive. It looked as desperate as he felt.
