Backbacking with the Boys – Part 5

Everyone in this story is 18+

 

On the train to Brussels

 

I glanced over at Asher and Brady, making sure they were asleep. Brady was snoring lightly, while Asher breathed heavily, his head tilted against the window.

“Do you think Asher heard anything yesterday?” I asked in a low voice, turning toward Cameron.

Cameron shook his head, a small smile on his face. “No, he’d have said something by now. Asher’s pretty straightforward.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said, staring blankly out the window.

“Do you… regret it?” Cameron asked, his voice tinged with concern.

“No,” I replied, glancing back at him. “I mean, it was completely crazy. But I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been curious, you know?” My voice softened, a little shy.

Cameron nodded, his expression warm as I continued. “And I’m glad it was you. There’s no one I trust more.”

“So… did you like it?” Cameron asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

“Yes, definitely. It was pretty intense,” I replied, my hand instinctively drifting down as I spoke.

“Looks like it,” Cameron said, nodding toward my crotch. His words made me suddenly aware of my own movements. I quickly glanced back at Asher and Brady, relieved to see they were still sound asleep.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my crotch. “Hey, what are you doing?” I whispered to Cameron, my voice low.

“Relax, man. Just enjoy it. Brady and Asher are sleeping,” he murmured back. “Let me help you out.”

Cameron’s hand slipped under my sweats, tracing along the waistband of my boxers, his fingers brushing over my pubes before quickly finding their way to my already hard dick.

I was still surprised by Cameron's sudden boldness, but the way his hand made me feel dissolved any resistance I had. As he started tugging me, I felt myself fully relax, giving in to the moment.

He jerked me off quickly but quietly; we both knew I had to finish fast. I couldn’t help a moan from escaping, and Cameron quickly placed his other hand over my lips.

Then I did something that surprised even me—I opened my mouth and started sucking on Cameron’s finger. Partly to keep myself quiet, but also because, to my surprise, it actually felt good.

His hand moved up and down my shaft, and I could already feel myself getting close. I continued to suck on his finger, my breathing becoming more labored as I reached the very edge of my climax.

With one final, muffled “mmm,” I closed my eyes, feeling the release surge through me. I came hard, warmth spreading over my entire crotch and soaking into my boxers.

Cameron continued to milk my cock, coaxing out the last drops from me. I opened my eyes, then blinked, wondering if I’d just imagined it—had I seen Asher’s eyes open for a moment? Now they were definitely closed, but his breathing seemed a bit more shallow than before.

As Cameron pulled his hand back and cleaned up with some tissues, I whispered, “Did you keep an eye on Asher and Brady?”

“Yeah,” he replied, glancing back at them. “I checked on them a bunch of times. They were definitely out the whole time.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I replied, glancing away. “Just thought I saw something, but… it was probably nothing. Be right back; I just need to… clean up.”

Cameron chuckled. “Yeah, you definitely need to. Here, put your backpack in front of you—those spots on your sweats are kind of noticeable.”

“Good idea,” I said, grabbing my bag and making my way out of the compartment toward the small bathroom. As I walked, I could feel the cooling sensation of cum on my skin, reminding me to change quickly.

 

Brussels:

As we stepped into Brussels, the city greeted us with overcast skies and a damp chill in the air. We had just one day here before heading on to Amsterdam, so we were all eager to make the most of it.

Brady turned to Asher. “So, what’s the best thing to do in Brussels?” he asked, clearly expecting a full itinerary.

Asher gave a casual shrug. “Not much, really. There’s a reason we’re only here for a day. They’ve got good waffles, though—that’s the only real highlight, mate.”

“Good enough for me!” Brady said, already scanning for the nearest café. “Who’s up for waffles?”

“I’m definitely down,” I replied, amused by Brady’s usual enthusiasm.

A few minutes later, Brady was holding a stack of six waffles—one for each of us, and three just for him.

“Really, Brady? Six?” Cameron asked, shaking his head.

“Hey, gotta fuel up. We’re in the land of waffles!” Brady grinned, already devouring one as we all laughed.

“Mmgff! These waffles are the bomb!” he mumbled, face full. A nearby Belgian glanced over, looking mildly concerned.

“Hey, Brady, maybe don’t mention bombs in this city,” Asher said, raising an eyebrow. “Things are a bit on edge here.”

Brady just scoffed, unfazed. Asher checked his watch. “Anyway, time we head over to the hostel. I’m sure it’ll be every bit as nightmarish as the last one.”

We’d barely dropped our bags in our new, slightly cramped hostel room. This time, all four of us were sharing a room.

“Oh fuck, I gotta shit!” Brady announced, springing toward the bathroom. Asher and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Typical Brady,” Cameron chuckled.

But then Asher turned to me with a sly grin. “So… have fun on the train here, by the way?” he asked, his tone overly casual.

I shot him a quick glance, trying to gauge if he knew something. “Uh, yeah… it was fine. Comfy train compartment, right?”

He nodded, the smirk never leaving his face. “Comfy, indeed. But that’s not what I meant.” He glanced between me and Cameron, a knowing glint in his eye. “I meant… you two.”

Cameron froze, his eyes widening just slightly before he tried to play it cool. “What’re you talking about, Asher?”

“Oh, come on,” he laughed, folding his arms and leaning against the door. “I saw you guys messing about on the train. And I might have heard a bit more than you realized last night. You really think those walls are soundproof?”

I felt my face flush, glancing over at Cameron, who looked equally caught. We exchanged a quick, silent look as Asher raised his eyebrows, clearly enjoying our reaction.

“Relax,” Asher chuckled. “Not judging—just surprised. You two really thought I wouldn’t notice?”