I am not sure if it was the daylight that woke me or the noise, which confused me at first until I tuned and realised it was that familiar sound and rhythm of skin against sheet. Oh my god, he was having a wank.

I half sat up and sure as anything, there was a tent and the the steady movement going on.

He saw me looking and smiled, put his fingers to his lips, shhh. There was movement elsewhere that I could hear, people up already, I had not idea who it might be.

“Are you crazy,” I whispered and he ‘shhhh’d’ more sternly.
“No,” he whispered back, “I am horny!” He looked at me, he had not stopped his stroke, “Go back to sleep.” He added a little chuckle.

I lay back down and tried to tune out, but I could not, the rhythm of the noise, knowing what he was doing. I slowly turned my head so I could see, my own cock swelling up under the covers. I was focused on the movement under the sheets, but I saw him turn to look at me too. He arched his back slightly which only one purpose, showing off what he was doing.

“You dirty fucker,” he said, “I bet you want to watch.” I did not take my eyes from the bulge and nodded. He hesitated like he was thinking about it and I saw him look to the bedroom door. It was shut of course, but there was noise beyond.

He pushed on the skeets and they were down loud his thighs, he put arm back down and there it was. My heart leapt, it had been a while since I had been with an older guy like him and I flushed hot at the prospect in front of me. Quite hairy and a bit of a tummy, and below that, his fat cock big enough to see a nice amount of dick either side of his fist as he wanked.

I watched most contentedly and he flashed me a look every now and then and twice he flinched hard, pulling sheet up as footsteps came close to our door. As the risk came past a third time, he said, “Fuck this,” and got up, to the left was a door to the en suite. He walked and the door half shut on its own, but he did not close it.

I waited and turned, feeling my own cock, rigid. ‘Fuck this,’ I thought to myself and got up, followed him in. He just smiled at me and looked down at my bulge in my boxers.

“What are you doing,” he asked stifling a giggle. I shrugged. From somewhere in the house a call raised up, alerting us to twenty minutes till breakfast. “What are you in here for Harry, huh?” I looked at his cock, it was looking lovely and I knew this was crossing a line, the nerves were rife. “You horny too?” He asked.
“I wasn’t,” I replied honestly.

“Show me,” he said. I did not delay, my cock popped out the top of my boxers and I wanked it, cautiously as I had not realised how close I was. “Cute,” he said, “You ever wish you had a bigger cock?” His smile was teasing, I bit my lip looking at him. “You want this big cock?”

‘Fffuuuuucckk’ went off in my mind, what the hell was I doing. However, of course I did…

“Stay still,” he said, his voice still quiet. He moved to me, and touched me up, I went to touch his cock and he shook his head, ‘no.’ He pinched my nipples and groped my bum and I was in heaven. He brushed his hand over my cock tip and my legs wobbled. He reached under me too, his finer between my cheeks, I did not mean to, but I shuffled my feet apart and he chuckled at me, “Filthy fucker,” he said again.

“Touch it,” he told me and my hand reached out, finding his cock easily and I put my hand around it, pulling to expose his fat helmet, it was sticky to the touch. He flinched, “gently, gently,” he said. It turned me on that he was close, he gave no indication that he was close all the while he had been warning, I took the credit for this and it thrill me that playing with me had turned him on so.

A sudden knock on the door, another bloody reminder about breakfast and he shouted back almost angrily that we would be there in a minute. He had moved back form me and as soon as I dared (praying that no one would come in to rouse us from our beds!) I reached for him.
“Wait, no,” he said softly with a hint of urgency, “I will come.

“Yeah you will,” I said and before I gave it anymore thought I bent down and put my mouth in his sticky thick cock. I was suddenly worried he would draw the line there and this foray was over, but he did not, I gothic tip in my mouth and worked on it back and forth and after a couple, he held my head gently, then his fingers were in my hair and he was coming, thick tasty come filling my mouth, I swallowed a load and still some swilled around my gums as he slid out.

I straightened up, saw myself in the mirror, my hair was tussled, face flush red and I was breathing hard. He leant back and looked at me, our eyes locked I grabbed my cock and wanked. His hands found me again, repeating his gropes and nipples squeezes and I played up to it, moving under his grasp leading this hands where I wanted him. I figured I was pushing my luck when I turned away from him, but the move was rewarded with grabbing my arse cheeks so hard I nearly yelped out. I caught myself before I made a noise and bent forward a little. In the mirror I watched him back off, he sat on the loo seat and his face disappeared from view and he nibbled and kissed my bum. I felt his tongue on my hole and I moaned, it felt so sensitive and the sensualness of how he worked it, made it wet was mind blowing. I was wanking on and my sphere hand held my other bum cheek, I moved to try and look at him, give a signal to him that I wanted a little more, but I could not see him so I moved my hand, my finger moving down and when it touched his lips he moved back. He held my wrist, moving it for me and I imagined him watching my finger tip play over the wet he created.

It was all I needed to push me past any last minutes of nerves and quickly put it to my mouth, made it as wet as I could then put it back, mixing it on my rear, feeling the tight kiss and then slipped it in. Still bent forwards, even more than when I started, I jerked my cock and pumped my finger into my arse, wishing so much it as more, but the angle was terrible and to be fair, I am not sure anything would have been enough at that point. I looked down between my legs and watched streams of come shoot and then dribble out of my cock.
He set the shower running and in silence he showered then I did and we were down with everyone about ten minutes later, like nothing had happened.