Was visiting a friend's family at their French ski chalet one summer, and ended up sharing a room with my friend's mate (100% straight and openly hankering after my mate's rather ordinary gf). After dinner and late evening on the terrace, still light a 11pm, we all turned in for night.
Anyhow, sharing a room, during the night I'm woken by a bed squeaking. There's plenty of light in the room from the streelighting and I immediately see the 'afterparty'. Phil is lying on his bed, duvet thrown back, and he's jacking his massive cock, seems buckets of pre-cum as lube and his knob was loudly slurping. He must have realised I had woken, as he slowed for a moment and then made eye contact with me. Phil spoke no English, but asked if I was queer and I nodded. He motioned at me, and I sat up at the edge of my bed. Quick as a flash, he leapt from his bed and started jacking about 6 inches from my face. He started to moan and told me to open my mouth. I did. He thrust his cock into my mouth and shot an almighty load down my throat, nearly choking me as there was so much jizz. As soon as he'd jizzed and I swallowed, he marched off to the can, took a loud wizz, and then dived back into his bed, face down and was asleep moments later. The following morning, I got up early, he arrived at breakfast asking if I'd slept well and went back to trying to flirt with my mate's girl. He left for Paris at lunchtime, and we never spoke a word about the creme fraiche incident. That night, I took the pillow off his bed, which reeked of his aftershave, got me going ... if you know what I mean ; >