Date: Mon, 5 Jun 2017 14:33:13 -0500 From: Fernando Summers Subject: The Cabin Getaway Year 2 Part 3 Thanks for the encouragement guys. I hope the story continues to get you off as much as the memories of it do me. Like I said this is mix of life experience with some edits and add on from my friends' experiences and some fantasy. Let me know if you want me to go into the next year as Dermott and Rodrigo reunite and push further the limits of their sexuality and what they're willing to explore with each other and maybe a few others. Also donate to Nifty as it allows for me to share these with you. And honestly has gotten me off on several occasions. Enjoy! Dermott I wake up early. I rub my hands on my face smell a distinct musk. Did I really let him jerk me off last night? I know I definitely had my hand around his meat, that's what I'm smelling. It's his scent. He did me and then I did him. It was just a favor, right? Some modicum of modesty must have crossed my mind last night as I am wearing pajama pants. No shirt though. I flex my muscles and stretch feeling very relaxed for once. I sniff my hands again. I know I washed them. It's a curious musky scent, sort of like my cum, but not quite. It triggers an animalistic horniness. Maybe I can rub one out before heading out there. I hear the coffee maker go off. No, Rodrigo's already up too. I give myself a second to let what was my growing boner subside. It does and I go to the bathroom to pee. Once I'm done, the boner's all gone. I walk out towards the kitchen. It looks like a beautiful morning through the cabin windows. It occurs to me that if anyone was out there last night they would have totally caught Rodrigo and I's moment. I brush the thought aside. Rodrigo is in his bright blue underwear. He's all smiles, "Morning." "Morning Rodrigo," I say. "You want coffee man?" he asks. "Yeah, please." He is wide awake, his wavy black hair a perfect messy on his head. He looks refreshed and I am so not feeling it. He turns around to get a cup and I see his ass cheeks are just hanging out. He's wearing a jock, "What the fuck are you wearing?" He brings down a cup and walks up to me to hand it over, "Underwear." "Why is your ass hanging out?" I ask as I pour myself a cup of coffee." "It's a jock?" Rodrigo says, "I dunno I like wearing them." He had the ass for it that's for sure. He was absolutely one fit dude. What am I thinking? "I'll go put on shorts." I don't argue with him. He leaves to put something on. I'm glad as I felt myself blush when I realized I was checking him out. My tighty whiteys feel especially tight all of a sudden. "So you wanna try that hike we couldn't finish last time?" I yell out to him. "Sure," he shouts back, "Sounds good to me." "It looks great out there today," I say. "I have to come back and deal with my car situation," he says coming back into the room. He is wearing khaki shorts and a blue tank top. "Adam took me to a place yesterday, I have to go talk to them if you don't mind driving me there. It should only take a few minutes, but the place is like 30 minutes away." "Yeah, no worries man." His invoking of Adam's name so casually is strangely arousing. There was something about the thought of Adam that made my blood rush right to my cock. "Let's pack up and head out," I say looking for something to distract me again. I feel myself tensing up again. I need to enjoy this trip. I need to work through my shit. What that actually means is anyone's guess. We go hiking for about 4 hours and come back a sweaty, dirty mess and we're running late for Rodrigo's car. We rush to my car and drive over as we are. In the confines of the car I can smell his sweaty musk. I find that it's not entirely unpleasant. I figure this means I probably smell too, but he hasn't said anything. The hike was good for us. I talked through my whole Melanie situation and even though Rodrigo appeared distracted in some ways, he was a good listener, as he tends to be, and I feel better about going back home. Though I'm still in no rush to do so. As we reach the car place I see a familiar face. "Nut boy," Adam says extending his hand to shake mine as I get out of the car. "Hey dude," I say embarrassed, but not offended. "I like that, Nut boy," Rodrigo laughs. "What did your guy say about the car?" "Working on figuring out what happened right now," Adam says. Adam is wearing a white oil stained shirt and dark blue jeans. His shirt has some rips on it and looks like it may be too small for him. "Who's car is this?" another guy asks from Rodrigo's car which is parked closer to the building. "I'll be right back," Rodrigo walks over to him. I stay behind. "So did it feel good to get that nut, Dermott?" Adam asks with a voice thick with anticipation. "Fuck you, Adam," I say trying to ignore what I hear in his voice, "I get it. You saw me jerk off. I saw you too. So what?" "I knew you saw me," Adam says with an animated smirk. Dammit. I regret saying that as it's making its way out of my mouth. That was weak. Why would I ever admit to that? I look at him and smirk uncomfortably. Why make me feel so uncomfortable? What a fucking douche. I can't help but notice his five o'clock shadow seems a permanent fixture. "Why didn't you say anything?" Adam asks smile fading slightly. "Cause you don't bug people about getting off," I say frustrated with him. "Does Rodrigo know you watched me jerking off?" "No. Why would he?" I ask. "No reason," he answers looking back at Rodrigo as he talks to the mechanic. He turns back to me and presses, "You like watching?" "No," I say even though listening to him talk is making me hard. I shift my weight from one leg to the next. I can feel that primal energy making its way through my body again. This weird attraction for him. I feel my breathing accelerate and he's close enough that I think he would know. I try to calm myself as I feel blood flowing to my cock and face. "Come with me, I have something to show you," Adam says. "I'm okay," I say grateful he takes a few steps away. He shrugs, but presses, "You want to see this." Adam turns to Rodrigo and the mechanic, "Rodrigo, I'm taking Dermott to check out a couple of other cars we have around back." Rodrigo is distracted by the other guy as he explains something he clearly isn't understanding. He waves us off. I reluctantly follow Adam to the back part of the garage. As soon as we turn the corner Adam pushes me against the wall, drops to his knees and pulls down my pants, I barely have time to react, "What the fuck?" "I've never seen a man cum so fucking much before. I have to have a taste of that shit," he says before wrapping his warm mouth around my already hard cock. I want to push him away, but he's already working my cock with an expert mouth. My will is weakened with each slurp. I'm brazenly horny. I do something I have never felt the need to do with a girl—I grab his hair roughly as he works my cock in his mouth. I worry it may be too much, but he deep throats me with enthusiasm in response. I can feel the roughness of his stubbly chin rub against my balls and the shaft of my cock. I remain incredibly hard as Adam's ardently wraps his tongue around my dick. He buries his nose in my pubes. He pulls his mouth away breathless, I loosen my grip on his hair. He begins to jerk me off tightly. "Shit you're so fucking musky. And fuck does it taste good," he says before sucking me in again. I hadn't showered yet I realize. It turns me on so fucking much that he's turned on by that. No girl I'd ever been with had been eager to suck me off before I showered. It's only a matter of moments before I feel like I'm going to cum. I try to push him away, but he presses me back against the wall and I can feel the silky warm back of his throat wrapped around my dick's head. His nose again buried in my pubes. I want to moan, but I stifle it in fear that Rodrigo would come around the corner. I grasp his hair with both hands as I hold his head in place while I cum in his mouth. It feels so fucking good to cum inside his hot mouth. He swallows everything I give him. When he finally comes back off my dick to breathe he looks absolutely satisfied. I look down at him embarrassed and spent. He wipes what little cum he didn't swallow from his mouth with his shirt, "You taste fucking fantastic. That was everything I thought it'd be. Thanks for that." He gets off his knees, shakes off the dirt on his pants, and walks around the corner and back to where Rodrigo is without another word. I'm shell shocked. I stuff my softening dick back into my shorts and try to recompose myself. My pulse is still racing from the whole experience. I take a few deep breaths and check to see that no cum got on my clothes and see none. I walk back around the corner of the building calmly. Adam is standing by Rodrigo and the other mechanic. Rodrigo is smiling. His car is on. "He fix it?" I ask Rodrigo as I approach them as casually as possible. "Yep. Good as new and he's not going to charge me anything," Rodrigo says. "Great!" I say mustering up enthusiasm. "Adam tells me you talked him into not charging me," Rodrigo says. "I guess I did," I say. Adam winks at me. I look away from Adam and notice his mechanic friend for the first time. He's young. Maybe just 18, thin, but fit. He has a similar light olive skin tone, but smoother. Not as hairy. He has black hair and thick black eyebrows. He is also wearing a wife beater and dirty jeans. He is handsome too, but in a totally different way. He smiles at me. He knows what Adam just did. I can feel my heart racing again. Guilt. He looks away from me. I had to of imagined that. "Guys, thanks for the help," Rodrigo says shaking their hands. He turns to me, "I'll see you at the cabin?" "Yep," I say half nodding at the men and head back to my car. I feel both dirty and horny at what I just did with Adam. But I'd been wanting that or something like it to happen. As I get into my car I realize thinking about it that I'm already hard again. I enjoyed it—a lot. I enjoyed having a guy blow me. And he was just any guy. He wasn't my best friend and I wasn't drunk. What the hell did that mean? Rodrigo I watch Dermott drive away and head towards my car. "You want to check out one of the cars we've been working on?" Eric asks me as I start to get in. Eric's the mechanic who worked on my car. I'm not all that interested in cars and I think he knows that from our conversation. He implied sex to me throughout our conversation. I talked right through it never taking the bait, but he tried till Adam came back from showing Dermott their cars. I know what he wants. "I'm okay really," I say. "It'll just take a second," he says. Adam who is standing by the door into the shop gives me a cocky smile. I'm curious, but not stupid. I figure I can always bolt if I need to. I close the door to my car and walk after him. He leads the way into his shop. As soon as we are in, I am overwhelmed by the heat inside the shop. "It gets hot in here," Eric says taking off his shirt. I notice his body for the first time. He is in incredible shape. He has beautiful round nipples, a well-defined happy trail, and is otherwise hairless. His arms are marred in oil stains. He must shave like me. With the shirt on he just looked fit, but skinny, but he's all muscle with enviable abs. Adam takes off his shirt as well and I'm impressed by the rawness of his appearance. He has more meat to him, with light chest hair, thick armpit hair, and a more robust happy trail. I like to keep myself as hair free as possible, and Adam's is not overwhelming as I can still see his skin, but the animal magnetism of it does not go unnoticed. Eric walks up to Adam. "Wanna watch me suck off my friend?" Eric says as Adam smirks a mischievous smile. I'm fascinated. I want to let it play out. I say nothing. Eric gets down on his knees and pulls down Adam's pants. Adam watches me as Eric wraps his lips around his hardening tool. From where I was standing I see Adam's thick black pubic hair frame his fat, hot, uncut cock. Eric works his foreskin in his hands. He cups Adam's big ball sack, analyzing his cock. He suddenly buries his nose into Adam's pubes deep throating his dick. Adam keeps watching me, his eyes half closed every time Eric deep throats him. I'm impressed given how big Adam appears. Maybe as big as me. "You want some of this?" Adam breathes. It's the first time I've seen two actual dudes with each other. I'd seen it in porn a ton since last year, but actually seeing it, actually having the opportunity to participate. They want me to participate, right? If these guys are trying to seduce me I'm being seduced. My cock is rock hard and I'm trying not to let my enthusiasm show. A part of me is worried about what that enthusiasm means, but not enough to interrupt my more urgent need to get off. Adam moans with pleasure as he continues to watch me. Eric moves to suck on Adam's balls. He strokes Adam's cock slowly as he does. "He's really fucking good dude," Adam says between moans. Adam put his hand on Eric's head and guides his dick back into Eric's mouth and begins fucking his head. His muscles twitching with every thrust. I watch as minutes pass by, sweating in the shop's heat, wanting to get out and not all at once. My mouth watered for something meaty. Eric's spit is all over Adam's cock now, dripping off his face. His slurping echoes in the shop. Adam looks away from me, releasing me from his mental hold, and moans. Eric pulls back gently and begins to pump Adam's cock. Adam moans louder now. His muscles tensed up and then he gasps releasing goblets of cum all over Eric's chest. They are putting on a show for me and god it's good. Once Adam comes back from his orgasm he fingers Eric's chest and picks up some of his cum. He then feeds it to a hungry looking Eric. Eric sucks Adam's fingers clean. They both turn to me. Eric fingers more cum from his chest and puts it suggestively in his mouth. I take a step back. I mumble, "Thanks for that." I turn to leave. I can feel them smiling at my nervousness and my obvious difficulty in walking with my hard on. "We're always here," Eric says as I leave. I drive back to the cabin unable to shake the hard on or the image of the two men. Would Dermott and I ever do the same thing? Did I want to? Yeah I did. I want that guy's cock so badly. I can almost taste it. I had tasted him. I'd smelled him up close. His scent was intoxicating in a way I had never felt before. I want him in my mouth. I drive up to the cabin half hoping Dermott is jerking of on the couch so I can just walk in there, get on my knees and suck his pole. I was horny and on a mission. I got off the car really believing that my fantasy is going to be a reality. I walk in, and see Melanie first. It instantly kills my hard on. She looks pissed. Dermott is standing in front of her. He is still wearing his sweaty clothes from the hike. They both stopped talking when I walked in. "Melanie," I say. "Hi." I usually hug her, but I know I smell and I feel this isn't the time. They say nothing. "Okay so I am jumping in the shower, and I just won't come out till . . ." I leave the room. I hear Dermott say something and then Melanie says something back. They walk outside. Whatever they are talking about it's serious. I want to hear, but I know it isn't my place. I head to the shower, strip down, and begin to rinse off. I am super dirty. I didn't realize it until the grime started coming off me. Seeing my friend arguing with his wife made me feel ashamed for thinking about him as I had been. He is married. He is my best friend and the guy is not gay and while he was up to some mutual jerking off, that had been a stretch and what the hell was I thinking? I'm not even gay. It was just him; something about him. My cock hangs off me unmoving. I soap up my chest, balls, and ass. I rinse off the soap and stay there longer in order to avoid walking out into whatever was happening outside. The room fogs up, I relax. The hot water is doing its job. I contemplate what they could be talking about. About half an hour passes. The door to the bathroom opens. "Coast is clear," Dermott says. "Hey dude, sorry I didn't know if I should come out," I says stopping the shower. I walk out to get my towel. Dermott's eyes move directly towards my dick. I pretend not notice. "So what happened?" I ask. "I need to shower," he says taking off his shirt and dropping his pants. We are standing in the room naked now. Steam is coming off me. He half smiles at me, "I'll tell you about it when I get out." He walks around me and into the shower. "Okay," I say and walk out to my room and put on my black mesh shorts and a red t-shirt. I head to the kitchen and find us food. It looks like more sandwiches for us. I really should not have let Dermott decide the food situation. I make the sandwiches and I hear the shower turn off. He walks out of the shower still steaming, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Thanks for making those," he says, noticing the sandwiches, "I'm famished." "You really should have packed something else to eat," I say. He smiles at me, "Beggars can't be choosers." "Not a beggar, and would have totally brought better food," I say. He eats the sandwich mirthfully. "That shower seems to have done you good," I say. He shakes his head while chewing, "Not at all." He smiles at me. He's behaving weirdly. We finish eating and he doesn't mention Melanie the whole time. He gets off the stool in the kitchen, presumably to get dressed and heads to the bathroom. He comes back completely naked. "What are you up to?" I ask. He opens the fridge and takes out a beer, opens it up with a smile, and goes the living room and turns on the TV. His laptop is still hooked up to it. He finds Pornhub and starts a video of a gangbang. "You joining me?" he asks as he sits on the couch and opens up the lube. "Are you okay, man?" "Fuck Rodrigo, yeah I'm fine, come jerk off with me," he commands. When I walk around to him I see he is already fully hard and his dick is glistening with lube. I look at the lube bottle and realize it's flavored. Not that I'd want to cover up what is likely his amazing taste, but at least I know that when I start sucking him off and I fully intend to, it won't taste like synthetic plastic. My mouth waters. I take off my shirt and drop my shorts slowly and sit next to him. He hands me the lube. I pour some on my soft cock and start stroking. I quickly get hard. "There you go," Dermott says reaching over with his other hand and moves mine to start stroking me. "Oh we're doing this again?" I ask taken aback but completely okay with it. "You don't want to?" he asks removing his hand. "No, I mean yeah, it's just that . . ." he grabs me again and tightens his grip on my cock and I melt into it. He's looking me in the eye as he alternates his grip on me between tight and soft. His warm hand on my meat feels amazing. I let out a soft moan. I can't look away from his light brown eyes. He's biting his lower lip as he strokes me. "It's just that what?" He asks again. His eyes look hungry. I feel enslaved to his grip. It feel so good. He continues to stroke me tightly; slowly. I reach over to his hard dick and begin to stroke him to, but as soon as I wrap my hand around his cock I know it's my mouth I want there. I move his hand away from my dick, this time he releases me as if aware of my thoughts. I get on my knees in front of the couch. I look him in the eye to see if he is okay with this and he seems to approve. He doesn't say anything, he resumes stroking himself. I remove his hands from his throbbing meat, grab his cock gently and aim it at my face. It's pulsing as if with anticipation. I close my eyes, open my mouth into an "O" shape and dive in. And I feel explosions in my head. I feel light headed at the fact that I have him in my mouth. That I have a juicy fucking cock in my mouth. That I have his juicy fucking cock in my mouth. I try to avoid hitting his meat with my teeth as it goes in and comes out. I grab him more firmly and do it again. Hitting a gag reflex, I choke a little, but keep his cock in my mouth. I feel his hand on my head. I pull away, look at him and see his eyes glassy and lost in a haze of lust. I dive into it again, this time I feel like his cock is going deeper down my throat. I try to relax my throat. I feel so nervous and lustful at once. I'm shaking, but I'm warm. I look up at him. His head is pulled back. He's enjoying it. I feel more confident. I take him all in my mouth, my nose touches his light brown pubes this time. I can smell him so deeply here. I let his dick come out of my mouth. A ton of saliva along with it. The lube tastes like synthetic strawberry. I spit it out and put his dick back in my mouth. It tastes more like him now. I pull him out and spit again. I can see the precum coming out of his dick slit now. I observe it from up close now. His skin is slightly darker around his dick, but not by much, the color of his lips. It's a nice pale peach with thin veins all around it. I put him back in my mouth and hold him there, my nose against his pubes for longer, my tongue rolling around his meat. It happens quickly. I feel his dick harden further and then I start choking on the fluid that suddenly invades my throat. I take him out and spit globs of cum out. I hold his dick in my hand as I cough. I can see him through my coughing, he was cumming and he was still squirting him man juice everywhere. I felt my eyes water from the coughing. "You okay?" he finally asks coming off his orgasm. I was. I was embarrassed. I can't believe I spit out his cum. I could still taste in in my mouth now that I stopped coughing, "You just caught me off guard asshole." I manage to breathe out. "Sorry, it was so fucking good though," he says with a smile. I sit back on the couch and start jerking off again, once the coughing clears out fully. He moves my hand and starts to jerk me off. I had softened up from the coughing, but he got me back up to full mast in no time. He was meticulous with his speed and grip. I looked over at his dick and it was still hard. I grabbed it and jerked him as he did me. "I'm gonna cum," I moan thinking of his cock in my throat. Of his nakedness. Of mine. He quickly gets down on his knees and continues to jerk me with his face next to my cock. His expectant look next to my cock pushes me over. I feel the release and the first shot hits his cheek. He puts the tip of my cock in his mouth and I cum more into his mouth. He closes his eyes as spurt more cum around his lips, on his teeth, his tongue. I feel him lick the tip of my cock head until it becomes too sensitive and I instinctively push him away. He lets cum dribble from his mouth back onto my dick. He looks so hot I wish I could cum again. He gets off his knees and sits back on the couch next to me. I feel amazing. Excited. I start to get hard again. "Dude, that was whoa," I say unable to find words in my head. Dermott smiles. He wipes his mouth and looked back at the screen still fiddling with his cock, "I'm getting a divorce." Tears start coming out of his eyes. I'd never seen him cry before, not like this, and my regrowing hard on vanishes, "Aw shit Dermott, I'm so sorry." I put my arms around him and he turns to me and starts crying on my shoulder. My best friend, strong, muscular, smelling of sex and sweat, naked and he was crying into my shoulder. I didn't know what else to say or do so I just let him cry it out. After a few minutes he pulls back. He wipes his eyes, "Fuck I needed that." I say nothing. "You can suck a cock, Rodrigo," he teases. "But I can't seem to swallow for shit," I say with a smirk. "I mean I hate to agree but . . . And I'll learn to suck a cock." "You put me in your mouth, that's half the battle right?" I say, but really he didn't do much and he knows it by my tone. I laugh. "Fuck you Rodrigo, I know I didn't return the favor, but someday I plan to." I smile, "So what are you going to do?" "I dunno man," Dermott says. I nod. "Thanks for everything, by the way. Thanks for being my friend," Dermott says sincerely. "Thank you," I say. "Well I have to pack. I'm leaving tomorrow morning to get this ball rolling. We have the cabin one more night if you want to stay," he says. He gets up. I get up too and we look at each other a moment. He gives me a hug. His dick touches mine and I feel lust all over again. I start to grow fast and I feel he is too. I drop to my knees and stick his cock back in my mouth before he can say anything. It's slightly easier this time. I'm not as nervous, and somehow I'm hornier. He begins to moan and I feel his hand on my head. I stick him all the way in and take him all the way out. I suck him fast and jerk him fast. My mouth more relaxed now. I feel him hardening further. I begin to jerk myself off. He smells sweaty now, but somehow more delicious. "I'm gonna cum," he announces moaning loudly. I keep my mouth around his cock prepared for his cum this time. A warm, salty liquid fills my mouth and I begin to swallow. He tastes so good that I begin to cum. I keep my mouth wrapped around him until I am sure he has drained all his man juice. I feel proud that I managed to swallow it all. I take him out and see that I have a puddle of cum beneath me. I get up and look at him. He then puts his hand on my face and slowly pulls me in and kisses my lips and almost immediately I feel his tongue invading my mouth. It feels as if he's trying to get his cum out of my mouth and it's a contest for our tongues for a while. I hands explore his back and wrap down around the roundness of his ass, I feel his hands explore mine. We do this for a while. When we finally stop, he smiles at me. "I'm going to go pack. Thanks again," he says. "I feel pretty good now, better anyway." "I'm going to pack too," I say. "No sense staying any longer." "Okay," he says as he walks to his room. I watch his naked ass as he walks back. My dick feels spent, and while I'm sorry for my friend's loss, I feel satisfied. I feel more deeply connected to Dermott now. I feel kind of like a dick for feeling as I do, but I can't help it. I didn't want him to divorce, but he will be now and I have to figure out what that means. Kissing him as I did. As we did, it's something else. Something more powerful than lust. Or was I confusing my feelings. I pick up my shirt and shorts and I walk back to my room. I'm sweaty and I know I'll be musky soon, but decide to shower in the morning. Dermott comes out of his room, still naked, "Rodrigo?" "Yeah?" "Wanna do this again next year?" "Absolutely. Does this mean I won't see you again for a year?" I ask. "I hope not," he says. "Cool bro," I say jokingly raising my arms up for a double high five. "Bro," he says with a sincere smile and high fives me back. As I head back to my room I realize that the truth was I probably wasn't get to see him again until next year. I did get a call from job offer I was waiting to hear from. I got it. I didn't tell him I was moving to Europe for a year. Plus he'll be dealing with divorce. I don't know what we did just now means—if anything. Maybe it was just me comforting him. I don't know. I don't know what I would expect from him either. But I know I did get what I wanted out of this weekend. And I think he may be open to exploring more, I know at least I'm curious. But maybe doing this now was all I needed. Maybe I'll be open to meeting someone new now and move past this feeling I get when I think of Dermott. Maybe, or maybe next year we'll move past blow jobs and on to something more.