Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2003 18:24:44 -0800 (PST) From: Niftyguy Subject: Cabin Weekend, Chapter Three 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. And thanks much to all the guys who have given me such great feedback. It's great to hear your comments about the story. The four of us (myself, Greg, Carl, and Ben) spent our first evening at the cabin just kicking back and relaxing. After dinner we talked for an hour or so in front of the fire (it gets cold up in the mountains, even in early summer) and then decided to turn in early. My guess is that we all needed to recuperate a bit from our two earlier sessions, so we trekked up the ladder to the sleeping loft, where we rearranged the beds, pushing both mattresses together to form one large sleeping area that the four of us could share. This arrangement was the easiest way to ensure that each of us had access to whatever dick he needed or wanted, at any time. After turning out the light, I crawled under the covers between Ben and Carl, who were both sprawled on their backs. I kissed Ben goodnight and, with my right hand, began to lightly stroke his cock. My left hand, meanwhile, raked over Carl's lightly furred belly, zeroing in on his equipment. I fell asleep holding on to these two pricks; no doubt that accounted for the wild dreams that I had throughout the night. I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee. Groggily pushing myself up on my elbows, I looked around and saw that Carl was missing and was apparently downstairs making some breakfast. Greg had kicked off all the covers and lay on his stomach, still asleep. I reached over and ran my hand over his smooth buttocks, but he hardly stirred. I rolled to my right and gave Ben a good morning peck, which caused him to open his eyes and smile. Whispering, we talked for a bit about the previous day's events. When I asked him what his favorite part was, he paused for a minute, and then said that it was when he came with me inside of him, after having just been reamed by Greg. Of course, he also admitted that the fucking that Greg had given him (twice!) had been absolutely mind blowing, and he hoped that I was up for some more swapping. He didn't need to work very hard to convince me! Twenty minutes later, the four of us carried our breakfast out to the hot springs, where we talked about what we would do that day. I proposed a day hike, but only Greg was interested, so we decided to leave Ben and Carl back at the cabin while we explored the trails that branched out from my uncle's property. Unfortunately, that meant that we would have to put on some clothes; we grudgingly donned hiking shorts and T-shirts in case we encountered other hikers. Well provisioned with water and lunch, Greg and I set out, leaving our boyfriends behind to chop some wood, make a stew for dinner, and soak in the water. The thought that they might also fool around a bit excited me; I just hoped that I would get a full report later. We were on the trail for maybe two hours before Greg announced that he needed to take a leak. That sounded good to me, and we found a little secluded clearing just off the trail. I was just unzipping my shorts so that I could haul my dick out when Greg smiled and said, "Allow me." He reached through the fly, pushed down the pouch of the jock I was wearing, and extracted my cock. As he aimed the semi-hard organ into the tall grass, I started getting into this new scene and let loose a steady stream of my hot piss. As I drained my bladder, he swung my now hardening prick around, marking a wide swath of territory with my scent. As soon as I was done, and without even bothering to tuck my dick back in, I eagerly unzipped his shorts and reached into his snow-white briefs, anxious to extract his cock so that I could play too. I had to struggle a bit to get him out of the fly; he was turned on enough that his big dick was already pretty stiff, and it was hard to maneuver through the gap in the white fabric. I finally managed to get it out, though, and he let loose with a torrent of piss that arced through the air, which I used to hose down a couple of boulders at the edge of the clearing. I have a feeling that we might have gotten off right then and there (we were, after all, two guys in the woods with hard ons sticking out of our shorts), but just as Greg's stream trickled to a halt we heard footsteps coming down a small path that entered the clearing from one side. We hastily stuffed out cocks back into our shorts and zipped up just as a ranger came into view. As soon as he saw us, the ranger came over and introduced himself, and he asked us where we were hiking. We told Ryan (that was his name) that we were just doing a little exploration, and we asked him if he had any suggestions for a good lunch spot. He thought for a minute before asking if we would maybe like to combine lunch with a swim. That sounded great to us, so he explained that he would show us a tiny lake hidden up in the mountains, maybe thirty minutes from where we were. He winked when he mentioned that it was a great place to skinnydip. As we hiked, Ryan explained that his job was to patrol the area and help hikers in need, but that it was so early in the season that there was almost no one out there. He seemed glad to have run across us, and I think that both Greg and I were enjoying the view from behind as he led us up the path. His extensive hiking was apparent in his muscular legs and butt, and every time he turned around to say something to us, he flashed a nice smile, and his pale blue eyes almost seemed to twinkle. The lake turned out to be a little jewel. We all let out a whoop when we came out of the woods and saw it, and we quickly dropped our packs and skinned out of our clothes before jumping in to the water. Although it was cold, it felt terrific, and we had a great time swimming and horsing around before we hauled ourselves onto some large boulders to catch some sun before lunch. It was fantastic to lie back and feel the heat radiating out of the sun-drenched rock into my naked body. I glanced over at Ryan, who was running his fingers across his tanned pectorals, covered by a light fur of dark brown hair. His cock appeared to be recovering from the effects of the cold water; it hung thickly across his thigh, not really getting hard, but not looking completely soft. I wondered what he was thinking about. I knew that I was thinking it would be fun to jump him, and I could guess that Greg was feeling the same way, judging by the hard on he was developing. Seeing Greg's monster start to come to life was all it took to get me going, and it didn't take Ryan very long to notice the two giant prongs that were waving in his direction. He let out a low whistle and asked us if we knew that we were hung like horses. Frankly, it was probably a shock to him to encounter two guys with a foot and a half of cock between them out in the woods, but he handled it OK. By now his own perfectly respectable seven inch dick was starting to bounce around, and he got up and came over to where we were lying. Kneeling down beside me, Ryan grasped the base of my dick and just examined it at first, as though he wanted to memorize every ridge and vein, before beginning to lick around the head and up and down the shaft. Greg just looked on, jacking his foreskin back and forth over his purple dickhead, as Ryan placed his full lips on the sensitive fold of skin just below the head, on the underside of my cock. At first he sucked very lightly, but slowly the pressure of his lips increased, causing precum to leak out of my piss-slit. This extra lubrication dribbled down, easing the friction between his mouth and my prick, and causing the intensity of the stimulation to increase by an order of magnitude. This guy was already showing himself to be a champion cocksucker, and he hadn't even deepthroated me yet. I motioned for Greg to bring his meat over, because in my horny mind I wanted to replicate the fantastic feeling that I was experiencing on my buddy's cock. He placed his own mammoth prong across my lips, and I began to suck and chew, while intermittently inserting my tongue into the tender fold between his cockhead and his foreskin. This especially drove him crazy, since these usually hidden nerve endings are unbelievably sensitive. Ryan kept glancing up at what I was doing to Greg's mammoth tool, and he began to pound his own meat. This seemed like a shame, that we weren't helping him out, but all I could think about was the sperm that I could feel boiling up from my swollen nuts. Ryan apparently figured out what was happening, because he took that opportunity to open his mouth and swallow as much of my cock as he could manage. As his wet lips traced their way down my shaft, I began to buck and thrash around as I frantically pumped my load into his mouth. The pressure on my dick increased as he attempted to form a water-tight seal with his lips, apparently to keep every drop of cum where he wanted it, inside of himself. I was a little puzzled, then, when, after easing off my twitching prick, he opened his mouth and deposited a huge glob of hot sperm and saliva into his right hand. Why did he save it, just to spit it out again? The answer was clear when Ryan pushed Greg onto his back and knelt between his legs, bringing their cocks into direct contact. He smeared the slippery mixture over their flesh and began to pump them together with his two fists. Greg's gargantuan cock clearly dwarfed Ryan's, enabling our hunky ranger to keep the whole length of his slippery meat in contact with hot dickflesh as he frigged it back and forth, maximizing his stimulation. Greg clearly loved the attention he was getting; he just put his arms back and savored the sensations that he was experiencing. I leaned in and licked a ring around one of his nipples before dragging my wet tongue across his smooth skin to his armpit, which I began to lightly suck and chew. I inhaled deeply the raunchy, musky smell and just went to town, licking the unexplored flesh. This nasty act was more than Ryan and Greg could handle, and I looked down to see their supercharged jets of semen shooting out of their cocks, mingling in midair before falling down to coat Greg's muscular torso. All three of us kicked back to savor our post-orgasmic glow. Greg and I were stretched out on either side of Ryan, and my hand kept wandering over to milk his still heavy prick, often finding Greg doing the same thing. He remarked that he would love to have either of us, or preferably both, fuck him, but we would need a bottle of heavy duty lube, since he didn't have a lot of experience with assplay. We laughed and immediately suggested that he join us at the cabin for dinner and whatever else would develop. That was an invitation that he just couldn't refuse.