A story here at Solo reminded me of an experience that happened to me almost exactly 31 years ago. At the time I was in the Army, stationed at Fort Hood, Texas.
One time three other soldiers and I went to a conference in Arlington, Texas (a city halfway between Dallas and Fort Worth). We drove up the night before the conference and got a motel room for the four of us. Upon going into our room the first matter of importance was figuring out sleeping arrangements since there was four of us and only two beds. My friend Dale announced that he didn't mind sleeping with another guy. Since we were good friends and the other two guys were best buddies, it didn't take much figuring to decide that Dale was sleeping with me.
The motel room was arranged differently than most I've seen. The beds were in separate alcoves with some distance between them, so they were pretty private. I don't know if anything happened in the other bed, but back to my bed --
After Dale and I went to bed I was trying to get to sleep when it came to my attention that Dale was masturbating. I don't know if he thought I was asleep or if he didn't care one way or the other, but he was very unsubtle about it. Even though it was dark and I couldn't see what was going on, he was making enough noise and enough movement that I could picture exactly what was happening. Well this started turning me on and by the time he came I was beating my meat. At this time there was no point in my being subtle, so I was being pretty vocal and unrestrained in moving about pleasuring myself. I don't know if I was turning him on or if he was just extremely horny that night but by the time I came he was at it again. Well this had the same effect as before and I was soon at full mast and going at it the second time also. This activity ping-ponged back and forth until we both came four or five times. After the fourth or fifth time we were sufficiently tired that we drifted off to sleep. I can remember that I had an extremely restful sleep that night.
The next morning we acted as if nothing had happened the night before. We never talked about our experience, and I never had another opportunity of sleeping with Dale, which I now regret.
Dale, if you are reading this, thanks for the memory.