I had a great holiday touring in the States with a mate of mine from college last autumn.
After the 12 hour flight from London we both crashed out on the first night, but on the second night jet-lag kicked in, neither of us could get to sleep, and we lay awake chatting across our motel room for some time after turning in.
I found it strangely content lying there in the near dark chatting with John. He is an affable, easy-going guy, and I've always thought he was handsome, and now he was all mine for the night (in fact for two weeks)-mine to enjoy his company and looks-and he was clearly perfectly happy to 'give' himself to me-give me his friendship.
It made me feel incredibly horny and I soon got an erection and began playing with msyelf idly whilst we were chatting. I started to fantasise about John, with imagining his erection, and that he was lying there gently tossing too.
The converation finally lulled after about half an hour and for a few moments the room was quiet. And then John started making a faint rubbing noise. I could barely hear it, but it was indisputably a wanking noise. I started wanking myself up immediately, so that he could just hear me.
Gradually our respective rubbing nosies got faster and louder and a couple of minutes later I heard John sigh with ecstasy where he came. I let out a sigh as I came a few moments later and spunked all across myself and the sheets in a great fountain.
We never spoke about it, but we lay in bed and listened to each other masturbating every night after that.
I've always enjoyed masturbating about John, and having him lying just a couple of feet away masturbating about me every night was one of the most satisfying experiences of my life and we both went home with spunks stains galore all over the tee shirts that we wear in bed and feeling very sexually content.