Listening to Craig Jacking Off

When I was a young, unmarried man, I used to vacation with my friend Craig.  Craig was a little like me, we were both single guys, both somewhat introverted, and both unlucky with the ladies.  I couldn't understand why Craig didn't have a girlfriend. He was great looking, tall, tanned, and had a great smile.  I was none of those things. But we had a good time together drinking and partying. That was fine for us.

We took a trip to the beach one year. We shared a motel room. Back in those days, we did everything on the cheap. We bought groceries and kept a cooler in the room. We needed to save our money for beer.  At night, we went out to a local nightclub.  But, being as shy and out-of-place as we were, of course we never ended up hooking up with anybody. So we went back to our room.  We watched TV for a while, and then turned in for the night.

I didn't fall asleep right away.  After about an hour of lying there, I heard Craig rustling around in his bed. At first it was a general rustle, and then it fell into a rhythmic pattern. He was beating off!

I can't really say that I blame him. We had been in the motel room together for a couple of days, we'd been watching women on the beach and in the clubs, trying to chat them up. And he was a young, red-blooded man.  You can't hold off forever, can you?

Unfortunately, my back was turned to him, and I couldn't sneak a peak. He had obviously waited for me to fall asleep.  A few faps into it, I attempted a slight turn in the bed.  He stopped.  All went silent.  I had spooked him. I lay still. Silent.  He was silent.  I could almost hear my heat beating.  I was so turned on.  Was he going to stop? Please keep going, I thought.

Eventually, confident that I was asleep, he started back up.  There was no way that I was going to turn over in the bed, so I would have to be content to just listen. The rustling was soft this time. He was trying to be quiet. He still wasn't sure that I was asleep. I tried to mimic sleep sounds. He kept up his slow, soft stroking.  My dick was getting hard listening to my friend enoying his body. 

Soon, though, Craig's horniness overcame his propriety. His fapping became quicker, harder, louder. He started breathing harder. He was now stroking for maximum pleasure. I silently slid my hand over to my hard penis. I couldn't afford to jack it now. I had to remain silent. But I felt my warm, heavy cock in my hand. It felt good.

Craig was now writhing in his bed. He was getting close. He stopped momentarily. "What was he doing?" I thought to myself. I think he reached over a grabbed a tissue from the nightstand. He was getting close. His stroking continued. Though he was trying not to make vocal sounds, I heard a gasp. His ass was squirming in the bed. A soft moan was heard. Then a quiet grunt. He came into his tissue.

It's hard to describe the feelings I had when I heard my friend cum. I wasn't just horny. I was happy for him. I was happy that he got his reward. It was really kind of ... sweet (if I can use that word). A healthy young male doing what comes naturally.

Now he was drifting off into peaceful slumber, and here I was holding a rigid cock!  OK, now it was my turn. I laid there silent and horny, waiting for Craig to fall asleep. Once I was pretty sure he was sleeping, I started jacking my cock.  It didn't take long for me to cum. I shot my load into the bed sheets. I moved over to the other side of the bed and fell into a relaxing sleep. Was he listening to me? I don't know. At that point, I didn't really care. I needed that.

Of course, we didn't mention it to each other the next day. I did catch him with a random smile on his face, though.