Lending a hand

"Catch the ball." Weston is holding his arms up, waving at me. His dark blue shirt is already soaked wet from the sea and so is his hair. I'm holding the soft ball in my hands, throwing it right at him. He didn't sem to expect that from me immediately and he can't help but stumble and then fall directly into the sea. We both laugh. 

We've arrived here yesterday and I was glad that I wasn't the only one who didn't know anybody. That's why I ended up sharing the room with Weston, since he also didn't know anybody on this trip. And honestly, I couldn't be more lucky than share the room with anybody like Weston. He is extremely hot. His arms are big and muscular, but also not too big. Under his shirt I can sense his chest muscles also being trained enough to make me look at them constantly. And also the way his shirt is sticking to his skin now, the physique of his abs becomes visible. 

"Well, it is so hot, we could directly go swimming." he says, kicking away the ball.

"Do you have any swimming trunks with you?"

"Yeah, I do. But they are up in our room. I won't go fetch them now." 

And we that, he lets go off his shirt, throwing it onto the small rocks at the shore. I can't stop staring at him. He is really as hot as I pictured him in his shirt. Next, he removes his shoes and socks standing there with only his shorts. 

"What are you waiting for?", he asks me. Has he seen me looking at him like that? 

As he also strips off his shorts and is now jumping right in the water in only his bright white(!) boxers, I do my best to keep looking at my shoes as I slowly untie the knot and then undress the way he did. Luckily, my boxers are blue not white. 

The water is not as cold as I thought and we both really enjoy our time here, joking about the other companies traveling with us and talking about where we come from. 

"You keep staring at me, or am I wrong?", he suddenly says and starts smiling, clasping on my back. I notice that my face colour changes to red and it must be still bright enough for his to see that. "Well, maybe we should go back. It's about to get dark.", Weston says, but he is not right. We could have plenty more time to spend here. It seems like he wants to flee from the situation. 

As we finally lie in our beds (although it is actually just one big bed), I can't fall asleep. To be honest, I am really horny from seeing Weston almost completely naked. I would like to jack off, but with the guy I'm thinking off lying right next to me and probably being as straight as fuck I do not feel like I could really enjoy it. 

I need to go to the bathroom. Maybe there I can jack off. But as I open the door there are already the lights on in the bathroom and I see Weston - sitting on the side of the bathtub having his hands in his boxers (not the white ones this time, but a dark black one). 

"Oh, god. Sorry, Weston. I didn't know you were here." Why does that happen to me. Ashamed, I close the door and leave, going right back to my bed where I bury myself under my blanket. 

Immediately, Weston steps out of the bathroom and comes to my bed. Omg, he comes to my bed. He will be angry of me, especially after I stared at him already at the beach. 

"Jamie?", he asks, his tone lighter than I expected. "I saw you looking at me like that in the water and I don't know, but...", his face twists into a smile. "I thought maybe you wanna jack me off. I mean, honestly you are really hot. I've always loved men with red hair." Before I can answer he sits down on my bed and gently lifts my covers. 

I can't help but stand up and throw him onto my sheets. 

"You have to know that you will not last long under my fingertips.", I whisper before I remove his shirt. I'm really gonna jack off this man, the man I wanted to jack off to only a minute ago. 

He gets comfy on my bed, laying his arms under his head and besides his muscles I see the small amount of hair under his arms, which makes me even more horny. With one rough movement, I finally grip the hem of his black boxers. His dick is already jumping out, enormously thick and covered in a fuzz of brown pubic hair, not to mention the amount of visible veins. 

"Come on, Jamie. Make me cum and stop looking.", he says with a cute grin. Nothing's stopping me as I grip his dick and start rubbing it. 

It was a very strange feeling to have such a thick dick right in my hand. I slowly stroke it, his long foreskin barely slipping over the head of his cock. But here he was, lying in front of me, maybe I should tease him a little bit, I think. 

As I run my fingers over his foreskin and his head of cock I feel the sensation in his expression. "What are you doing there?", he groans. "What you pleaded for.", I just answer and continue. 

My fingertips are playing with his testicles and pubis hair while my other hand is slipping over his tights. His legs are very hairy and feel enjoyable. "Fuck, Jamie." 

As I again now run my hand over his cock, only brushing it lightly, I notice how now I also get especially hard in my pants. His erect cock sticking up in front of me like a rocket, I start to also rub mine under the fabric of my shorts. It feels electrifying and I get as hard as Weston within a few seconds. 

He is meanwhile playing with his chest, running his fingers over his nipples and quietly moaning under the touch. "Fuck, Jamie. Touch me again.", he moans waiting for me to continue stroking him. But I'm still fascinated by his foreskin and still play with it, noticing that he shakes under all contact between my finger and his cock. His hand is running wild on his chest and abs. 

"Oh, fuck.", Weston moans as I finally do the usual movement stroking his cock in my fist. "Fuck. Stroke my dick, stroke my big dick.", his voice is mixed with short breaths. "Fuck, Jamie. Make me cum. Make me cum so hard."

Weston starts moving under my hand, his hips shaking to the left and right, his muscles tensing. He can't lie still as I start rubbing his cock in a for him probably way to slow movement. 

"Fuck. FUCK" 

"Should I go quicker?", I whisper and he just nods, submissively. 

So I do what he wants and add a lot of speed to my strokes. My other hand is still on my own cock, so I double pleasure me and Weston at the same time. But I'm not so used to using my left hand on my dick, it feels so differently. 

Weston is now pinching his nipples tightly with his thumb and index finger moaning the hell out of his body. He will cum in like a few seconds. Precum is already flowing over my hands. 

"Fuck, Jamie. You nake me cum.", Weston screams, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. His fingers are still pinching his nipples. He didn't even notice that also I am now completely naked. 

"Fuck. My boy. You are making me cum so hard. FUCK." With a huge scream of his deep voice, this hot guy finally cums and gushes cum after cum onto his body. A huge load of sperm floads his abs and chest, gathering in his belly button. The rest wets my hand. 

"Fuck. Man. That was so hot, he whispers as he picks up a finger of cum from his chest to smear it over his nipples. "Fuck, boy." I can see the sweat glistening in the hair on his chest and around his belly button. 

"And now, Weston.", I murmur. "I'm so horny I definitely need a hand of yours." 

But Weston doesn't just offer me a hand. Instead, he places his huge hands on my ass, pulling me close to him. His lips find my rock hard cock and then I find myself lying on top of him, my cock in his mouth, my head on his pillow. I can even feel his chest hair, his nipples and the cum he just shot right under my legs. 

And Weston can give better blowjobs can I could have imagined. 

Fuck, his tongue is playing with my shaft, giving me tingles I've never experienced that way before. And his lips...

It doesn't take long until I moan in his pillow. I can't even hold back the sounds I make. "Fuck, fuck. FUCK", I also scream, even louder than Weston did. The tempo of his sucking is perfect, he is so hot, fuck, I can't help but...

Weston's hands are everywhere. On my legs, my ass, my balls. With a huge groan I am over the edge. "I'm cumming, Weston I'm cumming." When I orgasm it feels like a huge relief and with every gush I fire down the throat of this fucking hot guy I've just met I feel a bit of energy shooting out of my cock. 

Weston let's go off me and I still need a few seconds until I feel able to stand up. He swallowed my cum, I notice.

"Was ist much?", I ask him.

"I didn't know a guy can shoot that much. That was so hot, Jamie. I can't wait for the next time."

And with that he tilts his head and our lips meet. Then our tongues. I can feel my cum in his mouth. Oh yeah, also I can't wait for the next time. And we still have plenty of nights together here.