My Gay Cabin Fever

The Next Morning

Light started to bleed through the window, drowning the room in an orange light. I looked over to the other side of the bed where Matt lay, still sleeping. His pristine body looked godly with the effect of the light, caressing the muscles on his back and his jawline. I pulled back the covers on my side of the bed, revealing his bubble butt once again, still perky despite the hammering I gave it last night. I rolled out of bed and got dressed in the clothes I came in with, although I noticed my underwear felt a little tighter that usual. Taking little notice, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen foursome breakfast. To my pleasuring surprise, Chris was in the kitchen, once again in his underwear. This time, he adorned another blue pair, but over his package was a star with circles around. I watched from the door: his butt was as juicy as it was when I was watching the night before. The package was massive though. His bulge caused the briefs to tighten, leaving little to my imagination. My mouth watered at the view. I walked into the kitchen and sat on a barstool at the kitchen counter. "Hey," I said trying to act cool.
"Hey Harry," he replied in a deep, masculine voice. He was cooking eggs in a pan, and the heat caused small droplets to perspire on his huge biceps. After a few minutes and a delicious, runny egg, I went to sit on the sofa and watch some TV. Noticing the majority of the couch was taken I sat on the chair at the side. "Hey, I'm Dylan," The man exclaimed. I looked over to him. The brown haired man was stretched out on the couch. He was gorgeously muscled: his body, like everyone else in this cabin, was pristine. He too was mostly naked, except for a very small jockstrap that seemed almost too tight for him: his balls and ass almost breaking the seams. Whipping out his phone, Dylan lifted up the band of his jockstrap, cupped his balls and snapped a photo. I felt my cock begin to harden, but this time I realised there was something sopping it from growing to its full 7 inches. I discreetly looked down my shorts. The gold thong that Matt had worn last night was holding my balls up tight. It's lycra material allowing some stretching but not too much. The thought of wearing Matt's underwear unfortunately just made me even hornier causing my dick to grow out the top of the band. I decided that I had to fix this sooner rather than later, so went upstairs to the last door at the end of the corridor.

Inside was a shower, sink and toilet. I quickly stripped down to only Matt's gold thong, and started to run the shower. After a few seconds I pulled down the lycra underwear and hopped under the water. My dick was still quite hard, but not fully erect due to the passing of time, so I didn't bother jerking one out. I massaged my scalp with the shampoo, my brown hair turning a darker shade from the water, but mid way through, a creak pierced the sound of the shower. The bathroom door began to open...