I spare myself in the short-term, but the rest of this trip will be trouble

It was a lot happening to take in at once, and my sleep addled brain didn't have much time to dwell. Three girls, one of them naked, were staring at my own naked body from behind while they thought I was asleep. Sarah and Jessica apparently had a pretty good picture of what my dick looked like, which from previous misadventures I had feared but wasn't exactly happy to have confirmed, and not only that were telling other girls about it. Both of those facts culminating in those three girls about to take a peek at my cock, and maybe even get their hands on it, unless I did what little I could without revealing I'd been awake this whole time.

I roll over.

Onto my stomach, I mean. I wasn't just flopping my cock out and making it easier for them.

It's a more difficult proposition than it sounds, and not just as a matter of keeping my breathing slow and steady as the girls gasp or freeze up behind me. As much as it pains me that they somehow already knew, the account of my member's size is accurate, and something about being ogled like this, combined with the mental image of a naked Emma, was making it start to 'wake up' even while the rest of me is still drowsy. It's simultaneously an uncomfortable and all too pleasant sensation as I press it between my stomach and the mattress, my bare ass catching goosebumps in the open air, but at least I'm keeping them away from my cock. All is silent for a minute, until I hear the carpet rustle again and Amy speak up behind me.

"Damn. He's not awake, is he?" Another beat of silence as they listen to me breathe, getting a clearer sound then I was over the beating of my own heart.

"Doesn't look like it," Natasha says, "just bad luck."

"Bad luck?!" Emma whispers as loud as she can, "You two should be ashamed of yourselves! He's not-- eep!" I hear a soft slap of a hand on flesh before several footsteps away, and my imagination makes it all the more difficult not to shift off of the stiffening organ beneath me.

"Cover up before you start talking about shame, eh?" Nat says.

"I-I told you, I wasn't--!"

"It doesn't matter what you were doing," Amy says, "what matters is that I was ready to get a good look tonight, and if that's not happening now, then I'm going to make it happen before this trip is over."

...Huh?

"...Go on," Nat says, after a moment.

"I'm calling it now; one of us gets George's cock out in front of everybody, and the other two owe her!"

Oh, no.

"I'm game," Natasha says, "but I believe we agreed we wanted to see him hard, right?"

"Heh, yeah, sure. Even better!"

Oh, no, no no. I was still asleep and having a bad dream.

"You two can't be serious..." Emma says, voice wavering.

"Are you saying you're out, then? Cause if you are don't expect us to give you any good looks at him."

"...."

Oh come on, Emma, you too?

"Alright, we're agreed then." I stiffen as I hear rustling, and then feel a blanket being draped across MY back. "Sweet dreams, George, cause tomorrow the fun begins!" And with that, there's a few more minutes of rustling, some murmured giggles between Amy and Nat, and some indistinct squeaks of protest from Emma, before I hear some rustling in the bed next to mine and the door open and close at least one more time. And so I lay there for a while longer, in the quiet, adrenaline racing and dick rock hard, before I suppose it all overwhelms me and I slip back into a much less restful sleep.