Date: Tue, 18 Feb 2003 12:47:06 -0800 (PST) From: Niftyguy Subject: Cabin Weekend 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. For me, it only took three years to catch the seven-year itch. Now don't get me wrong; I wasn't tired of Ben, least of all in the sex department. Not only was he very sexy to look at, he had a nice fat cock and a hot tight ass. So what more could a guy want? Well, a little variety, I suppose. Before I got "married" I had my fair share of dicks. And maybe even a few extra. But now, even though I was getting plenty of sex, it was always with the same guy. I was just ready for something, someone, different. But how to get it? I quickly decided that cheating was out of the question. I was just not willing to do something that would put our relationship at risk. I considered proposing to Ben that we go out and pick someone up at a bar, but I just didn't think that he would go for something so calculating. So what could I do? I was puzzling over my dilemma at work one afternoon when I had my moment of inspiration: a weekend at Uncle Jim's cabin with our friends Greg and Carl, both of whom are hot as hell, and just as importantly for my purposes, both of whom had recently revealed to me (swearing me to secrecy) that they had recently spiced things up with a three-way involving a guy from their gym. I figured that they would be willing and able if something developed. It would just be a question of creating a situation in which nature would take its course. I suspected that wouldn't be too hard at the cabin, which my Uncle Jim had purchased about a year earlier. (An aside: Jim is my mom's "baby brother" who also happens to be gay. Although at thirty-nine he is about ten years older than me, he is still living the single life, quite successfully, I might add.) Although it does have electricity, the cabin itself is pretty rustic, and consists of only a living zone, a sleeping loft, and a bathroom. The sleeping loft is one large room with two queen-size mattress/box spring sets on the floor. But the best feature of the cabin is not actually in the cabin itself, but the natural hot spring that is fifty yards away, in the woods. The previous owner had constructed an elaborate rock pool to catch the steaming water, and he had also provided a spacious redwood deck where you could relax when the heat got to be too much. My plan, of course, was based on things heating up a little too much. After a few phone calls all of the arrangements were set, and on Friday morning the four of us set out for the woods in my 4Runner. The trip was uneventful, but I was already getting a little excited and frequently found myself glancing back at Greg and Carl, imagining the fun that we all could have. Carl, who had dark hair and a compact muscular body, was by all accounts the bottom in his relationship, leading to thoughts of my eight-inch prick pistoning into what I imagined was a tight and squirming hole. Greg, who had short blond hair and a tall, well-defined frame, was reputed to have a huge uncut slab of meat; I just hoped that Ben could handle it. As we approached the cabin I was getting more and more turned on, and I snaked my hand up the leg of Ben's shorts and gave his cock an occasional stroke. He just sat back and enjoyed the attention, in all likelihood oblivious to what I had planned. We arrived at the cabin around noon, unloaded quickly, ate some lunch, and then I proposed that we check out the springs. The other three guys eagerly agreed, and I grabbed a small backpack to carry some water and snacks. I had already stashed a couple of joints in the backpack, to help us get into the mood, and a bottle of lube, so we'd be prepared for whatever developed. When we got to the springs, I led by example and quickly stripped down to my birthday suit before plunging into the steaming water. The others followed suit, and I couldn't help but watch as Greg and Carl skinned off their t-shirts and dropped their shorts, revealing their sexy bodies. The rumors about Greg's dick really were true; following the treasure trail down from his navel to his lush bush led to a long, thick, veiny prick that dangled over his fat balls. I could see just the tip of his head poking out from the folds of his foreskin, which seemed stretched by the fleshy bulb that it contained. Carl's dick was no slouch either, though it clearly wasn't as long as Greg's. The water was luxurious, and we all sat back and relaxed, passing around one of the joints. Before long, I felt Ben's hands roaming over my body under the water, and I could tell that the other guys were getting a little friendlier, as well. My cock began to rapidly harden and lengthen, and I decided to set things into motion. Hoisting myself up out of the water, I announced that the heat was getting to be a bit too much for me, and I needed to cool down for awhile. Greg and Carl openly stared at my thick hard on, and Ben said that it looked like I needed some help to cool down. I knew from the look on his face at that moment that he was as hot as I was, so I just wordlessly pulled his face into my crotch, where he began to suck like there was no tomorrow. Not surprisingly, Greg and Carl quickly lost their inhibitions and moved onto the deck, where they began a hot 69. My plan was working like a charm. Before long I eased Ben over to the deck, next to where Greg and Carl were still pumping each other's mouths, and I began to prep his ass with my lips and tongue, all the while stroking his thick fireplug dick. After about five minutes of this he began to beg me to fuck him, which I was only too happy to do. I pulled the lube out of the bag and quickly greased myself up, got Ben onto all fours, and plunged in. Ben's assring was unbelievably tight as it clenched down hard onto my thick pole. I slowly poked through and then, once inside, steadily ground my shaft into his churning guts. He was clearly in heaven, as he grunted and moaned like an animal in heat. I loved it too, but I also wanted to set the rest of the plan in motion. I turned to Greg and suggested that he could help Ben out by plugging his mouth with a fat cock while Carl helped me by giving me an ass to eat while I fucked Ben. They quickly moved into position, creating a four-man sex machine. I was in heaven as I got a close up view of Carl's pulsating sphincter, which was just begging to be fucked. He went crazy as I tickled the brown hairs that encircled his hole with my tongue before plunging inside. The stimulation quickly got too intense for Carl, and he began to stroke his cock, desperate to get off. I reached up and pulled his hands away, explaining that he was going to come with a cock up his ass, or not at all. I asked Greg if he was ready to take over with Ben; he quickly agreed. We positioned Ben and Carl next to each other, on their backs, threw their legs over our shoulders, and got busy. While Greg and I pistoned our thick, glistening pricks into each other's lover's stretched sphincters, Ben and Carl hungrily explored each other's mouths and jacked each other's cocks. I wanted this fuck to last forever. Carl felt like hot smooth silk inside, and it was fantastic to explore every square inch of his sensitive chute. I used my plum shaped cockhead like a scientific instrument, probing as deep as I could reach, gauging how much pleasure lurked in this dark, moist hole. As I pumped deep inside of him, I felt like there were electric sparks flying between the nerve endings in my cock and his anal canal. I almost lost it each time an especially sensitive spot on my prick received extra friction from some swollen membrane deep inside Carl's ass. Despite having been fucked probably hundreds of times by his boyfriend's enormous pole (which was at that very moment stretching Ben's hole to almost inhuman dimensions), Carl's sphincter was a tight O-ring that kept my fleshy cockhead securely inside of him, right where he wanted it. In fact, Carl seemed to like it best when I pulled most of the way out and then gave him a series of short, pumping thrusts, battering his swelling prostate gland, before plunging in deeply, flexing my leaking glans as I bottomed out. As I fucked, I drove him even crazier by stroking his ballsac, nestled in a light cloud of brown hair and pulling up into shooting position. Clearly he was going to shoot a monster load. I could feel it coming before I saw it happen. Starting deep inside of Carl, muscles began to contract, effectively changing the shape of the canal that enveloped my pulsating rod and sending waves of stimulation down the entire length of my shaft. His dark red, quarter sized nipples became hard and distended, and I reached up to lightly pinch and twist them. This simple action clinched the deal, and as I pumped into his ass one last time, Carl's sphincter closed like a vise around my thick rod just as the head made contact with his overstimulated prostate, temporarily preventing me from going further. I looked down at Carl's cock (still enveloped in Ben's hand), just as a geyser of steaming cum jetted out of the slit, propelled by the spasming muscles that were registering intense pressure on my cock. Carl's muscles relaxed for only a millisecond as they prepared to launch the second wave of his orgasm, but this was long enough for me to drive deeper into his ass before the fleshy vise clamped down again. That tiny amount of extra friction was all it took to trigger my own orgasm; my first jet of cum sprayed into Carl while his second spurted across both of our bodies. All I could focus on was driving my pulsating cock even deeper into the fleshy glove that was milking it; that was made easier by the copious lubrication that my own orgasm was providing. It took me a few minutes to regain my senses after what was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. I had collapsed on top of Carl, and we were both coated with sticky sperm. I finally looked up when I realized that Ben and Greg were both groaning as they shot their own enormous loads. I had been so focused on what I was experiencing that I had more or less forgotten that they were there. But that was OK, since I had two more days to watch Greg fuck my boyfriend. THE END (for now...should I write another chapter? Let me know at niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com)