Date: Thu, 4 Aug 2016 02:21:06 -0400
From: Bob Markus <dick101697@gmail.com>
Subject: The Cabin in the Woods

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Day 5:

The wet patch on my lower back should have been enough to arouse me when
I'd first discovered it, and I have no clue why it didn't. There is only
one thing that it could have been, and it was the one thing I was
craving. When my eyes fluttered open for the second time that morning, now
a bit later in the day with the sun nearly highest in the sky, Bentley was
nowhere to be found. I couldn't hear or see him, as I exited the cabin
door.

I settled near the fire's smoldering remains and thumbed open my book to
where I had been the last time I had read. I'd brought the book with me,
thinking that I'd have the time to read, and I hadn't touched it since
packing it. There was no time like now to read though, the eye candy was
gone and there wasn't anything major that needed done in or around the
cabin, (at least after yesterday's tasks.) I opened the book, and began
reading. I'd gotten a few pages in when I heard Bentley calling from the
path leading to the cabin.

"Hey yew, get out here."

I emerged from the cabin, greeted by a nude Bentley carrying a case of
beer. I had been drunk before, it wasn't something I was fond of, though if
Bentley were anything like me, he'd lose all of his inhibitions within the
first three beers. And so, I concocted a plan. I would get Bentley drunk
and start talking about Barbie, the dumb blond bimbo who he fancied and who
had fucked at least three-quarters of the school, eventually getting him so
aroused that he'd be willing to fulfil my wishes without thinking about it.

He and I sat at the table in the cabin, my book now discarded among the
rest of the crap that I'd packed, the 30-pack sitting on the floor between
us. We starting downing the first few beers easily, and chatted about
everything under the sun. We were beginning to slow down, nursing each beer
for several minutes at a time, with Bentley having four and me having only
two.  I decided to test the waters, asking him more and more personal
questions, answering his questions in return, which were equally as
probing. The point not being to learn anything, as we knew almost
everything about each other.

Bentley was stuck on his eighth beer when he suddenly stumbled from the
cabin before throwing up in the bushes. He stumbled back to the cabin, and
continued talking as if nothing had happened, he didn't touch any more of
the beer.

As planned, I started talking about Barbie, and much to my delight he took
the bait. Like a fish on one of his hooks, he followed me as I told him a
made up fantasy about fucking her. He also told me the mechanics of his
fantasy of fucking her, and I was entertained with the show of his growing
erection. By the time he'd reached the part of his tale where he was eating
Barbie's cunt... his dick was at full mast, and he was nonchalantly toying
with his erection, without fully committing to masturbating.

"All this talk of Barbie has got me all hot and bothered," I said.

"Mhmmm... me too."

"I'm just imagining her sucking my cock... and it's so good."

"Mmmmm... I'd love to get my dick sucked right now," he said, to my
delight.

"Me too." I said, rubbing my erection through my jeans.

I was about to propose that we suck each other, but I was cut short by
Bentley, "What if we suck each other?"

"No homo." He hastily added.

I hastily agreed. Moving to the bed, I positioned myself between Bentley's
muscular, lightly haired legs. In front of my face was the cock I so longed
to see, to feel, to taste. I lightly gripped it with my hand, I stroked it
a few times, feeling the large meaty tube's veins. Through his cock, I
could feel his rapid heartbeat. I smeared the length of this fat cock with
the pre-cum leaking copiously from his pink cockhead.

I pushed my face closer to his cock, taking a deep whiff of its pungent
smell. Old cum, stale piss, and sweat, in other words the smell of teenage
cock. I licked the tip of his dick, still leaking pre-cum like a dripping
faucet, the taste was phenomenal, it was slightly salty yet sweet like
candy. Bentley moaned as my tongue toyed with his cockhead, before letting
it slide past my lips. I slid more and more of his cock into my throat,
testing my limit, I only gagged as the tip of his cock hit the back of my
throat, leaving about three inches of cock untouched. I bobbed my head on
his cock, stroking the length as I went along, fondling his balls every few
seconds with my other hand. The middle finger on the hand I was fondling
his balls with, was a few mere centimeters from his asshole. I could feel
the heat radiating off of it. As I fondled his sack's large contents, I
pressed my finger closer and closer to his hole. With one final adjustment,
I found his hole, and stroking it lightly as not to overstep boundaries.

As my finger found his hole, and stroked it gingerly, he moaned, ramming
more of his cock into my throat. It was then, that he grabbed put both of
his large hands on the back of my head and pushed me further down on his
cock, before viciously face-fucking me. I stroked his hole more vigorously,
feeling the tight ring disallowing me from exploring the depths of his
guyts.  As I pressed the tip of my finger into the tight hole for what
would be the last time, he moaned a guttural growl— and forcing his
thick, pulsating cock past the back of where he shot mighty load.

As he loosened his grip of my hair, resting his hand flat on my head, I
moved my finger from his asshole. Un-impaling myself from his cock, I
gasped for air, choking on the creamy cum that he had shot. Whence I had
caught my breath, the taste was, again, unlike anything I'd ever tasted
before. It was creamy, and sweet, with a subtle nutty taste to it. I
cleaned his cock clean of any cum that remained, remembering to chock it up
to the alcohol if any questions were raised in the future.

I knew without asking, and without Bentley saying anything, that I had done
a good job. Even though I had caught my breath after nearly drowning in his
creamy cum, Bentley's chest still heaved with the large gasps. His eyes
were closed tightly, and his mouth agape.

Even through the excitement of stroking and tasting his cock, and then
tasting his cum, and much to my surprise I had not came. Bentley caught his
breath and sat up.

"That was the best dick suckin' I ever had." He said.

"Thanks." I replied, wondering if he would honor our agreement that "WE
suck EACH OTHER?" to quote him directly.

"Lay down." He said nervously.

I have no clue why he'd be nervous, I wasn't going to last long, and I was
certainly going to enjoy his lips even if he lacked talent.

I lay flat on my back, as he positioned himself between my legs similar to
how I had earlier between his. My hard cock sat straight in the air in
anticipation of his touch. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes tightly as
I watched his hand move towards my throbbing cock. I felt his thickly
calloused hand grip my shaft, before it slowly slid upwards and rubbed over
my engorged glans. The feeling was other worldly; my dream guy was playing
with my cock. I opened my eyes, my pale green eyes meet his deep brown
eyes, and for a moment I felt that there was something more to this moment,
than "necessity".

He maintained eye contact, as best he could, as his face and open mouth
moved closer and closer to my cock. I screamed some kind of nonsense as his
tongue made contact with my cockhead. Bentley's eyes, oddly still fixated
on mine, sparkled with a glimmer of what would've been a smile. I screamed
a little more gibberish as his hot mouth enveloped my entire cockhead and
began to take in more and more of my shaft. Beings that I'm not too well
endowed, Bentley had little difficulty in taking my almost my entire length
into his mouth. As if to entirely emulate me he fondled my, less impressive
sack, working one of his fingers closer and closer towards my hole before
finding it. His finger's caress was like electric, and his mouth's warmth
was like nothing I'd felt before.

My hips bucked as his finger probed my hole, he hadn't fully penetrated me
but it was equally as wonderful as if he had. I moaned loudly, the
sensations coming from the lower portion of my body too much. I moaned a
warning of my impending climax. He only increased the suction and speed on
my dick, additionally trying to slide his finger into my asshole. My eyes
rolled down from the ceiling, meeting his gaze once again, as our eyes met
I came.  In the thralls of my orgasm I forced my hips upward, sending my
cock as deeply as possible into his mouth as I filled his mouth and throat
with my seed.

My cock, spent from all of the activity, drooped lazily from his mouth as I
gasped for air. Bentley, as I had for him, cleaned up any cum that he
hadn't swallowed.

He laid beside me in the bed, with his back towards me. I sensed a while
later that he had fallen asleep. I guess it wasn't long before I too
drifted away with the memory of his eyes on mine as he sucked my cock on my
mind.

I awoke, what I assume was, several hours later. The sky was black, the
moon having disappeared behind some clouds. Bentley was nowhere to be
found, and both of our fires were past the point of return. Grabbing the
lighter from the mantle of the small fireplace, I organized some small
scraps of wood within the fireplace. Within a few minutes I had a small
crackling fire going, and after a few minutes later two decent sized logs
roasted in the fire.

I sat on the edge of the bed thinking about what had happened, beings that
I had not drunken too much, I was fairly clear in remembering the events of
a few hours hence. When the fire had burnt down a little, by my estimate an
hour or two after having put the logs on the fire, I began wondering where
Bentley was. It wasn't unlike him to hike off by himself, but never for
this long at night.

I was suddenly stricken by fear of him having died, or being injured. I
pitched a few more logs in the fireplace, and reorganized and lit the fire
outside the cabin. Grabbing a longer stick whose end was glowing with a
sizeable flame, I wandered down the path towards the creek, careful not to
incur injury. As I neared the last bend in the path, the short rocky beach
by the creek came into full view. However, Bentley was nowhere to be
seen. I continued walking for a while, snaking around the paths encircling
the cabin. Daybreak was fast approaching thankfully as my torch was burning
closer and closer to my hand. Bentley was still nowhere to be found.

I decided to return to the cabin, hoping that he'd be in the bed fast
asleep. Much to my relief, he was sitting at one of the stumps around the
fire pit staring deeply into the fire.

"You had me worried." I said, as I pitched my torch into the fire.

"Sorry." He said quietly, not taking his eyes away from the fire.

"You alright?" I asked.

"'m fine." He replied shortly, before he stood up, turned and walked into
the cabin.

I hadn't any idea what spell had taken over him. Yesterday he had been
jovial and gay, and now he was despondent and grouchy.

What had ills had befallen my hunk?

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