Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 11:59:35 -0800 (PST) From: Niftyguy Subject: cabin weekend, chapter 4 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. Thanks much to all the guys who have given me such great feedback. I appreciate your comments. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ After our late picnic lunch at the lake, Ryan, Greg and I set out for Uncle Jim's cabin, which was about two and a half hours away. As we hiked, Greg and I quizzed Ryan about his job and the forestry classes that he was taking at the state university, and he asked us about what we did. Being only twenty-two himself, he was surprised that we were in our late twenties. He said that we seemed younger. I joked with him that it was just a result of "clean living," which made him laugh and ask if that included plenty of sex. We couldn't deny that, and I quickly related some of the events of the previous twenty-four hours. Since the subject turned to sex, we questioned our new friend a little about what he liked to do, and he eventually admitted that the reason that he was so eager to have us fuck him was that he had never actually taken it up the ass, and he wanted to find out what he had been missing. I almost couldn't believe my ears, or my good fortune. Not only was the weekend working out way, way better than I had hoped, but I was going to have an opportunity, along with Greg, to deflower a horny forest ranger. I was only half kidding when I suggested that we should pick up our pace. When we reached the cabin, Ben and Carl were nowhere in sight, but there were some splashing noises coming from the direction of the hot springs. A quick soak sounded good, so we quickly stripped off our clothes and strolled down the path to join our friends. When the pool of steaming water came into view, I think that my jaw dropped to the ground. Ben and Carl were in the water, all right, but they were definitely not alone. At that very moment, my Uncle Jim was a very happy man, because our boyfriends were simultaneously slurping on his very large, very hard dick. I was stunned. That dirty dog was not only crashing the private sex weekend I had arranged, he was fooling around with my boyfriend (and my friend's boyfriend, who I was supposed to be fooling around with)! The three of them were so engrossed in their open-air threesome that they didn't even notice us until we were almost up to the steaming water. Ben and Carl had their mouths full, so they barely acknowledged us as they continued servicing Jim's impressive shaft, but my mom's baby brother had a hearty greeting for his stunned nephew. He extricated himself from between Ben and Carl and splashed over to me, grabbing me with his powerful arms and pulling me into a bear hug, causing our pricks to bounce stiffly against each other. My uncle is a little taller than me at 6' 3", and his neatly trimmed goatee tickled me as we exchanged a kiss. It took about ten minutes to make introductions and unravel the story of what had transpired while Greg and I were on the trail. Jim had decided that morning that a night up in the mountains would do him some good after a long workweek, so he drove up with the intention of crashing on the sofa, since he knew that Ben and I were using the cabin that weekend with a couple of friends. When he arrived, it didn't even occur to him to knock first before he came in the front door, so he ended up catching Ben and Carl locked in a 69 position on the couch in front of the fireplace. They willingly spilled the beans about the previous day's fun, leading Jim to suggest that they strip and take their conversation out to the hot springs, where we had found them. It was pretty obvious that Ben and Carl were both totally into my uncle; they couldn't keep their hands off of him while we talked. He is a very handsome guy, and he is in terrific shape. I had actually never seen him naked before (and certainly never with a hard on), so I had no idea that he had such an awesome piece of meat hanging between his legs. Greg and I watched as our boyfriends handled my uncle's cock, tugging at the tight, compact cockhead and stroking the long shaft. They both could just barely get their fingers around the tip, but this prick dwarfed their hands as they stroked down to the root, where it was the thickest I had ever seen. Clearly, my uncle was going to be both a challenge and an opportunity for these hot bottoms. The challenge was going to be for them to take as much of his dick as they could. I frankly doubted that either of them could handle the whole thing, but I was hoping that I would be able to watch them try. On the other hand, there was an obvious opportunity; my uncle could do things with their holes that few men were in a position to do. Uncle Jim had been around the block enough to recognize that he had hooked two live ones, and he was ready to take charge and get down to some serious fucking business. He announced that he was going to take Ben and Carl up to the cabin and pick back up where they left off, and that we (Greg, Ryan and I) were free to join them or stay where we were. By this point we were all absolutely rockhard and eager to get on with it. I, for one, hadn't forgotten that I had Ryan's virgin hole to take care of. Even though there were now six of us, the sleeping zone in the loft was plenty big to accommodate all of the action. Jim staked out one zone where he let Ben and Carl continue to worship his cock, and Greg and I pushed Ryan down on the mattress and began to explore his body, trying to make a mental map of every square inch of flesh. We lay down next to him, one on each side, and took turns probing his hot mouth with our tongues while roaming over his writhing body with our hands. As the tips of my fingers skittered across his hard, jutting nipples and his flat stomach, I ground my body against his, creating a kind of horny electricity between us. He brushed his arm across my torso, and it felt like every hair was discharging sexual static on my skin. Reaching down, I hooked my hand under Ryan's thigh and pulled his leg back. Greg followed suit, helping me to completely expose the erotic core of this sexy twenty-two year old ranger's body. I reached down and cupped his egg-shaped balls, dangling in a light cloud of brown hair, and Greg traced a trickle of slick precum from Ryan's piss slit down the veiny shaft to its base. I think that we both knew that we were going to have to be careful; Ryan was already so overstimulated that he could very easily be pushed over the edge and prematurely shoot his load. While Greg ministered to the hard ranger cock, I gently pried apart Ryan's muscular buttcheeks, fully exposing the moist crack and the winking hole at its heart. I was afraid that he was going to lose it as I lightly brushed a finger across the puckered flesh, but instead he just reached down and helped to hold his butt open even wider, signaling that he was ready for my assault. My mind was racing, generating a catalog of nasty acts I could try. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Uncle Jim had situated Ben and Carl next to each other, on all fours, and he was taking turns exploring their holes with his mouth and tongue, no doubt tickling the stimulated flesh with the short hairs of his goatee. Following his lead, I began by licking and kissing Ryan's purple, clenching sphincter, lubricating it with my saliva. Rapidly flicking just the tip of my tongue over the pucker, I was able to gauge the spasming of the muscle that protected his inner flesh, and as it relaxed, I probed inside with my tongue, causing Ryan to groan with unbridled lust. The hole itself was so tight that my tongue was unable to make much headway, much as I wanted to use it to blaze a trail. Reaching to one side, I grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted some of the slick fluid onto a couple of fingers. The lube combined with the saliva that I had already deposited as I inserted my index finger into the clenching orifice, enabling me to easily probe the moist, dark canal. As I stroked the inner walls, preparing them for a larger invader, Greg reached down and thrust one of his fingers inside, as well, doubling the pressure that our new friend had to contend with. But we could only explore so far with our fingers; at some point we needed to bring in other equipment. Greg kept fingering Ryan's ass as I prepared my cock, which I liberally coated with lube. When I was ready to go, I directed Greg to give Ryan a cock to suck on, to help him deal with the initial assault, and I placed my cock at the door. I paused for just a second, long enough to wait for the tight ring of flesh to temporarily relax, and then I deliberately pushed through. As I entered Ryan's chute, every hair on his body stood up, and a groan welled up from deep inside him. Nothing we could have done would have prepared him for what he was experiencing, but somehow his body knew what to do, and the inner sphincter involuntarily opened up, permitting access to the full rectal canal. Wasting no time, I used my fat cockhead to slowly plow a furrow up his ass, opening it up for the first time ever. As I probed deeper and deeper, little used nerve endings were flickering on like streetlights at dusk, sending new and erotic messages to Ryan's brain. I think he would have overloaded if Greg hadn't been distracting him with a drooling, uncut prick. Both of us knew that we didn't dare touch Ryan's cock, which pulsated with excitement. I hooked Ryan's legs over my shoulders and slipped a pillow under his lower back, giving me free access to his tight, virgin hole. It was just awesome. I pressed forward, inch after agonizingly delicious inch, struggling to keep control. I finally bottomed out and paused for a minute, reveling in the feel of the smooth, slick membrane that completely encased my meat. Looking down, I saw that Ryan's fleshy ring was stretched tight as it struggled to adapt itself to this newfound pleasure. Pulling slowly back out, the flared crown of my cockhead scraped the smooth rectal walls, strumming the nerve-endings and causing blood to flow into the rapidly heating tissues in Ryan's ass. This horny ranger was on fire. Trying to pace myself and prolong this fuck, I settled on a deliberate rhythm, but the friction was still intense. A couple of times I pulled almost all of the way out and had Greg recoat my shaft with slick lube, but the heat that was building in Ryan's ass was almost overwhelming. I knew that I needed to bring it down, but I couldn't stop pistoning this butt. Finally, I had an idea. Reaching to the side of the mattress, I grabbed the small cooler of drinks we had brought up with us. I opened the top and fished an ice cube out, popping it into my mouth. I sucked on the ice, smoothing out its rough edges and reducing it to the size of a large peach pit, before pulling my cock out of Ryan's insatiable butt and popping the ice nugget inside. The sudden contrast of the cold ice in his overheated chute caused him to go wild, and I had to hold him down so that I could quickly reinsert my straining prick. As I pushed in, I quickly encountered the melting ice cube, and I thrust deeply, cooling down and relubricating the whole rectal canal. The sensation was unbelievable. At this point I became aware that my uncle was getting ready to start fucking Ben and Carl, who were still on all fours a few feet away. That knowledge spurred me on, and I began to pump rapidly into Ryan's ass, intent now on getting off and letting Greg have his turn, so I could watch my boyfriend get plowed. In fact, it was seeing Jim rubbing Ben's asshole with the tip of his cock, preparing him for the initial thrust, that overloaded my horny brain and triggered a powerful orgasm. Pushing deeply into Ryan's tight chute, I could feel my cock spray a huge load of white-hot sperm, adding to the lubrication that Greg could use. In fact, he reached down and milked my cock as I slowly withdrew, wanting to add more sticky cum to the mixture inside Ryan's butt. Greg knew that, with his extra large prong, a tight, virgin hole needed as much lubrication as possible. Struggling to catch my breath, I crawled over to the other threesome just as Uncle Jim punched through Ben's tight anus. TO BE CONTINUED...