Fully Loaded (Abroad) E1 | The stranger in the hostel needed the same thing as me (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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This is the best place to talk about it, right? A bunch of horny guys would get it. I’ve been dropping 3-4 loads a day for as long as I can remember, and this is my first time on a 10 hour flight. Absolute fucking torture.

Yeah, I can hear you already. Just do it in the washroom. I would, if the plane washrooms are made for people over 6 feet tall. I can barely fit in there to piss, so forget having enough movement to rub one out. Plus, there's always a line and I'd be stressed out worrying about taking too long to clean up. 

So I just sat there with full achy balls the whole time. I don't hold it in ever really, and I always forget how horny I get. The turbulence vibrations making me steel hard?  It was ridiculous. Let's just say I was hella happy to get out of the airport. 

But here's another part that I didn't think through properly. Just graduating from university, I didn't have a ton of budget to spend. So I did what everyone else my age does when they travel; I'm staying at a hostel. My heart kinda sank when I saw the 2 sets of bunk beds in the bedroom, and the shared bathroom. It was going to be a pain in the ass to bust a nut. 

By the time I got settled, I knew I had to find some way to let it out. It was getting to the point where I was semi-hard the whole time, and I had to remind myself repeatedly to not accidentally touch myself in front of the other guys. 

Two of the guys didn't speak any English, so we didn't really chat. The third guy wasn't there when I arrived, and by the time he came back I had already pulled the curtain of my bed over. 

I was already watching some porn and had my leaky dick in my hand when he came in, so I figured I'd meet him tomorrow. This is where the real story begins. 

Even though my balls were literally aching to let some juice out, I still wanted to edge a little bit. I guess I was pretty turned on from being in a new bed and after waiting all day, and I didn't want it to be a sad quickie. 

I exhale slowly, teetering on the edge as I switch to another video. The good thing about my situation is that I leak a lot so I was lubing myself up in the best way possible. 

But I was getting too close, and I didn't want to cum over myself here. My loads are never small to begin with, and it's guaranteed to be a massive one tonight. I didn't want to get caught cleaning this mess, so I had to have another plan.

Slipping my basketball shorts over my boner, I take out my headphones and listen to the sounds in the room. Everyone sounds like they're snoring, so I slowly pull my curtain open. My boner is probably super obvious, but I figured the darkness of the room plus the black shorts would hide everything if someone saw. 

Shit. 

The guy I haven't met yet is awake. 

“Hey,” I say, but he doesn't respond. His face is lit up by the glow of the phone above his face. Looking closer, I realize he's got some of those noise cancelling earbuds in. 

I would've just gotten up and went to the bathroom to finish myself if he didn't lick his hand. Then, it became really obvious what he was doing despite the dim lighting.

And I had to look. It was crazy that I didn't see it in the first place, because once I did, I couldn't look away. 

The curve in his dick is wild. The shaft stands up at a 120 degree angle from his body, but the curve upwards makes the tip aim straight up at the bed on top of him. 

I watch him jerk off in silence for a moment. He's edging, just like I was. There is a classic way he gives himself 5-10 strokes before letting go and the way the shadowy shape of his cock twitches in the air. 

God, I need to cum.

My body moved before my brain could think, and the sound of the floor creaking when my foot touched it was obnoxiously loud. Fucking old building. 

I don't know if it was the sound that got his attention since he had his earphones in, or maybe he saw me moving out of the corner of his eye. In any case, he looked my way. 

“Shit.” He locks his phone and covers up his bottom half. Then, he takes out his earbuds and smiles awkwardly at me. “Sorry, man. Probably more than what you wanted to see.” He has an accent, but I can't tell quite from where. 

“It's fine.” My heart was racing. He seems more embarrassed than mad, which is a great sign. I didn't want to get involved in some fight on my first night abroad. 

He sits up, and extends his hand to me. “I'm David.” We have an awkward moment where he realises why I hesitate to shake his hand right away, and he puts it back down. 

“Wyatt,” I say. To be honest, the most embarrassing part for me is that I'm still so hard from my edging session, and I really truly need to cum before I start going crazy. 

“American?” David asks. “I lived there for a couple years.”

“Oh yeah?” My brain couldn't process how to do small talk. 

“Yeah. Sorry again, man. You know how it is when travelling,” he says. His face is coming into focus now that my eyes are adjusted. He looks about the same age as me. 

“It's my first time in a hostel actually,” I say.

“Oh yeah?” David says. “Well, honoured to be the first guy you catch jerking off. It'll happen a lot more than you think.”

I laugh at the image of that. I guess it's logical. Like I said in the beginning, I knew that all guys would understand the need to rub one out. 

“You'll get caught one day too,” David says. I couldn't think of anything to say to that, and so he continued in the silence. “Unless I just caught you right now?” 

“Uh…yeah,” I admit. “I was about to go to the bathroom to finish.” 

“Don't do that,” he says. “It’s nasty and you never know which drunk person is going to start banging on the door.” 

David laid back down, and I followed his lead. That would be pretty traumatizing to get interrupted mid-jizz. 

“Well…Wyatt, right? If you don't mind, I'm just gonna finish this.” 

“Oh yeah, sure.” I act cool but I start shaking at the anticipation of someone jerking off in the same room as me. I pretend not to look as he pulls out his hard curved shaft again. I don't think he softened up a bit. 

“Feel free to do your thing here too. I promise it's better here on our throne than the bathroom.” 

Taking his word for it, I stay and pull down my basketball shorts. I have a curve to my boner too, albeit it's more slightly to the right than it is upwards. I lift it off from my abs to stroke it properly. 

We stroke silently in the same room, while our other roommates snored softly. There was just still one question plaguing me. 

The clean up.

“Hey David, do you have any tissues?” 

“Hold on,” David replies and my heart rate spikes. There's something in his voice that is a lot more urgent now, and I recognize that he's about to finish. He leans over his bed and fumbles in his bag for something, all the while stroking his cock. “Shit, I'm about to bust.” 

David sits up straight abruptly, and holds something under his crotch as his other hand rubs himself.

All I hear are heavy exhales. Even from that, I can tell what stage of cummin he is at. There is an acceleration in his breathing right before the climax. 

Then one single “ah….”

Oh fuck, I'm going to bust too. I've always had this problem when I watch porn too. When the guy cums, it makes me want to too.

“Here.” David turns his body and holds something out to me. Desperate for something to block the explosion, I reach out and take whatever he's giving me. 

It's not tissues. 

The smell of his jizz wafts over to me. 

Fuck I'm cumming! I sit up quickly, just like he did, and aim my cock downward. 

The plastic cup in my hand is warm at the bottom, and it's heavy. It feels like it's at least half full. 

Did he …? 

“Ahhhh…” I spasm as my floodgates open. It's almost painful now that it's been about 16 hours after my last load. I hear my cum come in a steady stream, splashing thickly into David’s juices. 

Fuck, that's so loud. 

It almost sounds like I'm pissing the way the cum was streaming out of me. I hold my breath, wondering if I could stop the orgasm early.

But I couldn't. The real nut suddenly starts, and I can only aim my cock down as the spurts jetted out of me. 

Splash! I don't know how else to describe the sound of my cum hitting the side of the plastic cup. It's the quiet room that makes it feel so loud. Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash! 

“Dude!” David says in a hushed whisper. “You were seriously backed up.” 

“Uh…yeah…” I half say, half groan as weaker spurts come out of me. I rub near the tip to drain as much as I can out of me. The cup in my hand is way heavier than when he handed it to me. 

“You're going to sleep well tonight, that's for sure,” David says. 

“What do I…?” I hold the cup out in the middle between us. He takes it from my hand. 

“Jesus, Wyatt. I thought I was the only one that came this much.” 

And that was the start of my summer vacation.