Hostel Morning Wood

This is 100% real, but I am probably misremembering things so it might not have played out exactly as I write it here.

A few years ago I decided to go solo backpacking through Europe between university semesters. A fun fact about me is that I am a twin and had only ever travelled with my family before and almost everything I did growing up was with my brother. We played on the same sports teams, had the same friends and even studied the same subject at the same university together. We are obviously incredibly close but I really wanted to experience being a fully independent, individual person for the first time. I identify mostly as straight, but I am an open minded guy and had been curious to try different experiences before - especially JO buds. I had done innocent comparing and mucking around with friends before, but I saw this as my opportunity to go someplace where no one knew me, to do and try things that I would be much more hesitant to try at home, judgement free and with less guilt.

One of my first stops was at a cheap hostel in Biarritz, France where I was going to spend a few days surfing. It was a fairly decent place for the price and I was sleeping in an 6 bed male dorm. It was on the 4th floor, small and had no A/C, so it was hot AF in the room but the beds were clean and reasonably comfortable which is about as good as you can hope for in French hostels.

While I was checking in I met 3 guys from the US that were in the same room and they invited me to the surf lessons that the hostel offered in the afternoon. I already knew how to surf, but I needed to hire gear so I went down with them and spent the afternoon in the water hanging out with them while they wiped out and gave them some extra pointers. They were really fun guys that I got on great with and we ended up out partying late together, drinking way too much. I have no idea what time we got back to the room but feeling pretty wasted I climbed up on the top bunk, stripped into my underwear and passed out.

I remember waking up suddenly when the door slammed loud, feeling massively hungover and sweaty as balls from the hot room. It was light outside and only one of the guys from yesterday was still in the room, Matt. He was facing away from me on the top bunk opposite, his sheet was off him and he was just in his boxers, although they were hanging halfway down his ass with the top half of his butt hanging out. I'm not going to lie, he was a fit, good looking guy and I couldn't help but stare at his ass. I'm always horny in the morning, but even more when I'm hungover. I didn't have the sheets on my because it was so hot and looking down I was tenting in my undies like crazy. I reached down and gave it a squeeze and knew I'd have to go take care of it.

At this point in the trip I had become a pro at the discreet hostel wank, usually just heading to a toilet when I needed the privacy, but I was feeling so hungover I didn't really want to get up. I reached into my underwear and gave myself a few light strokes knowing that it was risky but being too horny to really care. I looked back over at Matt and he hadn't moved, he really did have a great ass. Very quietly and slowly I started to stroke myself in my underwear, trying to keep one eye on him and the door incase someone came in. It felt amazing, the way a hungover wank always does and getting into it more, I put my head back and closed my eyes - like an idot. I don't know how long I kept at this, but I heard movement from Matts bunk and froze. I looked over at him and he had turned onto his back, his head facing me, eyes open looking at me with a massive grin on his face. I had been caught for sure and I just stayed frozen, laying there with my hand down my briefs.

"It's just us in here?" he asked me. "Uh, yeah. I was just about to go to the toilet, sorry dude" I awkwardly replied to him while throwing the sheet over my obvious boner.

He said that morning wood gets us all and then gestured down at his own tent. He was bricked with his hand tucked into the waistband of his boxers, which were already half down with his bush hanging out for anyone to see.

I looked back at his face and he was still grinning at me. He asked how long the others had been gone for and did I think they would be back soon. I told him I didn't know, maybe they went to get breakfast or they might have gone to the beach to check the waves or maybe they would be back here at any moment. I really had no clue.

"I guess we should take care of these quickly then" he said, then he sat up against the wall so that he was facing me, feet dangling off the end of his bed, reached down and pull his cock out of his boxers with his balls hanging out over the waistband. He spat on his hand and started stroking his cut dick. He looked pretty big, although I would have guessed my uncut dick was probably a little bigger and girthier, but his was a really ideal looking dick - I really don't know how else to describe it other than it was pretty.

He then told me to not be shy, pull it out. I repositioned myself to also be sitting up against my wall facing him and moved my undies down and started stroking at the same speed as him.

"Nice dick" he said and I returned the compliment. We both went quiet, facing eachother and only a few metres apart - stroked ourselves, slowly increasing the speed and making sure we were matching the pace of the other one. Our breathing got louder with a few light moans thrown in there. We kept eye contact for the most part and after probably no more than three minutes he nodded at me in a way that let me know he was going to nut. He grabbed his balls with his free hand and started to pump rapid fire. I matched him so that we were both sitting there on our bunks furiously stroking until that familiar feeling shot up by balls and I doubled over, shooting rope after rope on my stomach. When I recovered, I looked up to see him sitting there with his eyes closed and head back against the wall, breathing heavily and a mess of cum all over his chest and belly.

We sat there for a few moments, then both let out little laughs. "That feels so much better man" he said to me. He jumped off his bunk, grabbed a towel and wiped himself up, then threw me the towel and I did the same. We both stood up , a little awkward but not uncomfortable. We smiled at eachother in a way that let us both know it was fine and he said let's get changed and head down to grab some food. When we got down to breakfast, one of his friends was finishing eating and said he was heading up to the room to change and then we could head down to the beach. We had gotten away with it by about 5 minutes max - although he did joke later that the hot room stunk like musky sweat and cum.

We stayed at the hostel together a few more days and a few other smaller things happened between us but nothing on this level. His group left and I checked out to head down to Spain. We are still friends on socials, so who knows if we will ever catch up again, they did say they wanted to come visit in Australia so you never know.

This was the first of a few experiences I had on this trip and I enjoyed all of them. Since I returned home, I have been in a pretty consistent relationship with my girlfriend so I am super glad I got the chance to try these things out and get to know myself a little better while I had the freedom and opportunity. Thanks for reading this huge ass story!