Being on tour made masturbation difficult. All four boys were none-too-subtly sneaking in quick sessions between shows on the tour bus's only bathroom, which led to awkward situations when someone had to go, but someone else was "going".
Right now, it was James's turn, which the other boys knew would take roughly an hour, because James liked to take his time. The room was completely silent, because even though they all knew what went on in the bathroom eight times a day, no one dared speak a word about it. They were all a little ashamed to be honest.
James was starting slow, he hadn't even taken his boxers off yet. He always started by rubbing his big pecs and licking his nips a bit, then feeling the crevices between his abs. He did this for a few minutes until he got it up, his ten inches making a massive tent in his striped boxers.
He started immediately with two hands for maximum coverage, stroking slowly and rubbing his tongue around on his head every few seconds, licking up most of his drops of pre. Then he sped up, jerking with both hands as fast as his massive biceps could move them, drops of pre flicking everywhere, which he usually cleaned up, but not always.
And now, this time was... different. More exciting. Something about this session just felt... better .
He was releasing soft moans now, easily audible from the other room containing his bandmates. Logan stood up and lurched forward, as if to go to the door, knock, and ask, "Hey bud, you okay?" but thought better of it. The three boys had visible tents in their pants from the sounds, but tried very hard not to ignore the disproportionate number of boners in the room (and failed).
Usually it would be another half an hour before James finished, but now it only took him ten minutes after he sped up, he gave up trying to mask his moans and was now full-on grunting and moaning rather loudly. The boys outside each had their heads in their hands, imagining their grandmother naked or something to that effect.
At that point, James came. Lots. Significantly more than normal.
He usually came enough to make a few thick lines, spanning the entirety of his sculpted chest and just barely touching his chin, but this time, he completely coated his chest and face, and got a few squirts on the wall behind him. He had also taken a rather large glob in his mouth. It was the single most amazing thing he'd ever felt or tasted, by far. He slumped a rather large amount on the toilet seat, body numb from pleasure and just stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, which also had a small amount of cum on it. Carlos came in his pants from everything the sounds in the bathroom implied, and tried to hide it.
"Oh. Ooooooh. Oooh God," was all James could say. Actually that's not true, he said "Oh shit," after realizing he'd have to clean this and himself up.
After a quick shower and a once-overing of the room with a towel, James emerged from the musky room to the slightly less musky room, then stared at the floor on the way to the L shaped couch, at which point he slowly lowered himself, face-first, onto the cushion, and fell asleep.
During his nap...
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