Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2003 19:02:02 -0800 (PST) From: Niftyguy Subject: Cabin Weekend, Chapter Two Warning: the following stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual material. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, read no further. If you have any feedback, please drop me a line at niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com. Ben, Carl, Greg, and I were exhausted after our workout by the hot springs. We kicked back and soaked in the steaming water for about an hour before finally gathering our clothes and heading back to the cabin. What we didn't bother doing was getting dressed; we were out in the middle of nowhere and didn't really need to worry about any prying eyes. We also had spent some time in the water talking about the orgy we had just had, and we decided that we would just live and let live for the weekend, without any particular need for clothes or inhibitions. Frankly, I was surprised that Ben was willing to go that far, but he later confirmed that he enjoyed Greg's cock as much as I had loved Carl's ass. (I would see a lot of evidence of that over the next couple of days.) When we got back up to the cabin, Ben suggested that he and Carl, the two bottom boys, should jump in the two-man outdoor shower and get cleaned up while Greg and I organized the gear. It seemed like a good plan, so Greg and I went inside while our boyfriends lathered up. It only took about ten minutes to parcel out the food and gear to where it all belonged, even despite the occasional nipple twisting and cock pulling that was going on. I don't think that either Greg or I were ready to get off again; our previous orgasms had just been too intense for that. But we were both still feeling a little horny and enjoyed groping each other's equipment. When I came down from the loft after putting the last of our clothes (which I suppose we wouldn't be needing much) up there, Greg was squatting down in front of the fireplace, putting some logs in for later that evening. His smooth arms and torso rippled with muscles as he wrangled the big pieces of wood into position, and the giant branch between his legs was almost literally dragging the ground, it was so long. Walking over to the fireplace, I told Greg that I had better inspect the wood before things got any hotter. I pushed him onto a low footstool, swung his legs apart, and began to slowly jack his cock, first pulling the heavy foreskin over his fat head and then pushing it back along the length of the shaft. It was incredibly exciting to me to handle the tool that just an hour or so earlier had been pumping into Ben. All along the whole point of my plan had been to get a little variety for myself, but now I was almost overcome with lust at the thought of this nearly ten inch monster filling up my boyfriend's butt. I couldn't wait to watch them up close. Greg's prick really was a beauty. At full erection, the shaft was as big around as my wrist, and the head was even thicker, causing the foreskin to stretch tightly, like a sausage skin, until retracted. I wondered whether Ben had felt this sheath of extra skin inside of him as Greg fucked him, or whether the prick itself filled him so tightly that he couldn't focus on anything else. As I fondled him, Greg remarked that Ben and Carl were taking an awful long time in the shower, and I suggested that we go out to check on them. He agreed that was a good idea. When we got to the shower, it wasn't too much of a shock to see Ben on his knees, eating Carl's ass. (He later confessed that he had always fantasized about cleaning my cum out of some other guy's hole, so tonguing Carl's ass was a dream come true for him.) Greg quickly moved into position behind Ben, whose asshole was begging for attention, and began to stroke and probe the winking rosebud with first one, and then two fingers. I quickly ran inside (with my own revived hard on bouncing up and slapping my stomach every step of the way) and grabbed the lube. Soon I was holding Ben's firm butt cheeks apart while Greg guided his massive tool into my boyfriend's ass. It was quite a sight, and this time I had a front row seat. Greg began by poking only the tip of his cock into Ben's outer sphincter; this certainly got his attention, and he began to back up, trying to impale himself as he continued to lick and suck at Carl's clenching hole. But Greg had other ideas, and he began to tease Ben, pulling out and poking through again, but never really penetrating the inner sphincter that guards the supersensitive flesh inside. The longer this went on the more frustrated Ben became, until he was literally whimpering, begging for more meat. I had never seen the puckered flesh of his anal ring so engorged; the folds of tissue had turned a deep purple as they attempted to close over the pulsating mushroom head of Greg's cock. Finally Greg made a mistake and the teasing ended; he pushed in one millimeter too far, and Ben's straining anal ring popped over the ridge of Greg's prickhead, locking him in. I am sure it was a delicious prison, judging by the expression on his face as he slowly eased inside. I watched in fascination as inch after inch of meat disappeared into the tight confines of my boyfriend's anus. Greg's prick was so fat and Ben's fleshy ring was so tight that a thick cowl of fleshy skin was being pushed down Greg's shaft as he slowly drove inside. He pulled back a little, took the lube I offered, and greased up his rod some more before pumping in again. This extra lubrication seemed to solve the problem, and Greg was soon buried to the hilt, every square inch of his cockflesh encased in my boyfriend's hot, tight canal. He paused for a minute, probably to savor the sweet sensation. Almost in a trance, I reached down into Ben's crack and slowly traced the union of his ass and Greg's cock. They both moaned as my finger stimulated their slippery, hypersensitive tissues, and this seemed to flip a switch that activated their slow, rhythmic fucking. By this time Carl was completely cleaned out, so he joined me at Ben's ass, where he helped me to hold my boyfriend's butt cheeks apart, giving Greg unimpeded access to Ben's pulsating hole. While they fucked, I reached down and began to stroke Ben's leaking cock while whispering into his ear all of my dirty thoughts about how he had opened his ass to this monster dong. This was driving him absolutely crazy, and it was just the last straw when Carl placed his own drooling cock on Ben's lips. He began to feverishly suck while still attempting to meet Greg's thrusts, greedily trying to cram even more meat into his quivering hole. I couldn't believe that I was watching my boyfriend getting stuffed from both ends. Greg just kept sawing in and out of Ben's stretched sphincter, and Carl brutally fucked his face. They kept up a terrific pace until Carl just couldn't take it any more. As his balls tightened up, he pulled his purple rod out and began to feverishly pump with his fist, letting loose a copious spray of jism all over Ben's face. As the white, stickly droplets dribbled down to his stubbly chin, I leaned over and began to lick and suck the salty sweet fluid, not wanting to waste a bit. At this point the action shifted over to a lounge chair that was on the lawn near the outdoor shower. Greg situated himself where he could comfortably recline while Ben squatted down, trying to impale himself on the ten-inch monster that had him mesmerized. To help him out, I grasped Greg's hard, fleshy stalk and aimed it directly at Ben's red, swollen hole, which opened up involuntarily as soon as it made contact with the slick and shiny cockhead. The puffy flesh clenched and grasped as it swallowed inch after inch, not stopping until the entire shaft was inside. Ben was as full as he had ever been, and he quickly began to take advantage of it by riding the cock for all it was worth, using it to stimulate every secret place inside of himself that he had ever wanted to be poked and prodded. Clearly, Ben was in charge now, and he was using Greg's mammoth cock like an erotic piston. But Greg could only take so much of this, and after about five minutes or so he began to breathe raggedly, signaling that he was not too far from shooting his nut. At this point he began to try to assert control, grasping Ben's hips so that he could control the tempo of their rutting. One, two, three long strokes followed, and Greg finally bottomed out, burying his prick deep in Ben's guts, holding it there, as his molten sperm squirted out. Ben cried out in frustration; he was so close, but he needed more friction. Realizing his predicament, I lifted up his ass, freeing Greg's still twitching cock, and temporarily emptying out Ben's ass, which gaped open, begging to be filled. I quickly placed my own overheated cock at the entrance and drove inside, encountering little resistance. God, it was great. Every square inch of flesh that I touched had, until seconds before, been in contact with a monster dong, and the heat from the friction that they had developed was unbelievable, as was the copious slippery lubrication from Greg's massive discharge. I drove inside as Ben leaned back against me, enabling the underside of my cock to put intense pressure on his prostate gland as I stroked in and then back out. Reaching around, I grasped his fat dick and began pumping in time with my own thrusts. It was just awesome. In less then a minute his whole anal canal began convulsing as he shot a tremendous load all over Greg's smooth, brown chest, and this was all it took to push me over the edge. Greg, Ben and I just collapsed in a heap for a minute before I made a move to extract my still hard cock from my boyfriend's abused hole. As I tried to pull it out, the purple folds of his anus clamped down hard, preventing me from extracting the head, which was refusing to soften. Ben begged me to leave it in until his sphincter would relax enough for him to open up. Carl suggested that we carry him over to the hot spring, still impaled on my hard dick, where the hot water might help soothe the overstimulated tissues. Ben put one arm around each of their necks, and they each hooked an arm under his leg, and we made our way over to the water. We relaxed there for maybe thirty minutes, laughing and talking, my cock buried deep in my boyfriend's ass the whole time. It seemed completely natural, and I frequently found myself stroking Ben's cock and tickling his anus as we unwound. He seemed not to mind, despite the fact that our friends were watching us and obviously enjoying the show. Most importantly, the water worked like a charm; by the time we were ready to go make dinner Ben's hole had relaxed to the point where it was ready to give up its prize, and I was able to pull my still twitching prick out with a satisfying pop.