Date: Sat, 29 May 1999 19:52:52 PDT From: Chip ster <chip66735@hotmail.com> Subject: At The Cabin The following story is not intended for minors. If you are not of legal age or sexually explicit material is not allowed in your locality, do NOTread further. This story contains descriptions of sexual activities between two consenting males of legal age. It is *mostly* fiction ;-) Do not copy or distribute this document in part or in whole without expressed consent of the author - that would be me. This is my first contribution of this kind. Please feel free to comment and give feedback to chip66735@hotmail.com Hope you enjoy it..... Chip ******************************************************************** I stumbled up the stairs to the loft where Allen's younger brother and I would be sleeping. Allen and Mike grabbed the two bedrooms downstairs when we first got to Mike's cabin. With the fire out and nearly two cases of beer sucked dry among the four of us, I was thoroughly ready for bed, if I could ever make it up the damn stairs. Jim was already asleep on one of the cots in the loft. He crashed about half an hour ago and was the first to throw in the towel for the night. I stood at the top of the steps steadying myself. As I stood there, I couldn't help but stare at Jim's ass in the moonlight beaming threw the window. He was lying face down and spread eagle on the cot in a pair of red sweats and a white T-shirt. The covers had long since been kicked off the foot of the bed. It was pretty warm up there. The heat from the great room below rose and kept it too toasty up here. I don't know if it was the beer, the heat, or the moonlight playing tricks on my eyes but I could not stop staring at his ass. The globes of his ass pushed up the red material of the sweats like two cantaloupe halves. Some of the material was wedged in his crack making his mounds look even more grabbable if that's a word. They looked so round and firm and for some reason I just wanted to reach out and squeeze them. Whoa!, I thought to myself, What the fuck am I thinking? Like I really want to feel up my best friend's little brother?? Actually, I did. Jim and Allen's other brother, who wasn't with us that night, was gay. He was gay and married to another guy as a matter of fact. Jim spent quite a bit of time with them and I often wonder if the big browned eyed, 21 year old was gay or bi himself. I always fantasized about being in a situation where Jim was drunk and gave me head. And now I wanted to bend down and just bite his fucking ass! "Hey, what's up?" Jim's voice startled me so badly I almost fell back down the stairs. "You OK?" he asked "Uh, yeah. Just zoning. I hafta to crash" "Mike and Al in bed?" "Yeah. I stayed up a few extra minutes to watch the fire burn down. What are you doing up yet?" "Staring at your hard on! Holy shit you could put an eye out with that thing!" To my embarrassment, my shorts were tented out in front of me. My full, thick seven and a half inches hardly concealed under the thin fabric off my sweat shorts. It didn't help that I didn't have on any underwear. I guess I was thinking about Jim's ass a bit too much! "All the better to fuck you with my pretty!" And at that I tackled Jim and pinned him face down to the cot. Half joking around and half serious I started to hump his ass through his sweats with my raging hard on. In my best Terminator voice, I barked into his ear as I lay on him, "You ah such a gewd fuck, preety boy. Ah like yowr ass vetty much. Prepare to be fucked by the Boner 2000." We both started laughing. Jim started to squeal back like a helpless little pig as best he could while still laughing his ass off. After a few moments we just lay there. I could feel Jim inhaling and exhaling under me. "Goddam you're heavy. I can't believe you weigh over 200 pounds. You sure as fuck don't look it." I guess I was a bit much for Jim's smaller frame. I'm about 5'9, 205 pounds. 32 inch waist and 48 inch chest. I look every bit of my full blooded Italian heritage. Though my weight implies I'm a muscle bound steroid popper, I'm not. I have good definition and am cut, but not totally ripped. My build has chiseled yet rounded contours to it. Anyone tangling with me would not be expecting 205 pounds of Italian meat on them. I look more like I weigh 170. Jim is an inch taller than me, maybe 155 or 160 pounds - more of an in between build - not big but not skinny. He reminds me a lot of the guys you see in Men's Health or something. Nice defined body. Can't forget the nice ass that started this whole thing. And he has the cutest fucking face. High cheek bones. Big, brown eyes. Pouty lips. Shit - I thought I was straight yet I'm describing another guy as having "pouty lips"?? Fucking check that shit out! Pouty or not, I sure wanted them around my cock. I did a push up to raise my upper body off of Jim's back. My throbbing rod was still very much wedged in his crack with the rest of the red material that originally caught my gaze. I held myself in that position for a moment just enjoying the feel of Jim's body heat emanating from his ass right into my cock through our clothes. I could hear Jim's steady breath as he started to wiggle his ass under me, teasing my cock. I suddenly became aware of what I was doing, taking his wiggling as a sign that he wanted me the hell off him. I started to push myself completely off him. "Don't." "Don't what?" I froze above him. My hands still pressed into the mattress on either side of him - my crotch still in contact with his ass. "Don't move. Stay where you are." I could feel his ass pushing up against my crotch. His globes, his beautiful, firm globes were contracting back and forth squeezing my cock. At that I let the tension go out of my legs and let the full weight of my lower body press into his ass. I started humping him in time to his ass grabbing and releasing my cock. After a few minutes of this, I laid completely on top of him again and put my chin on his shoulder so that my lips were right in his ear. I whispered softly to him, "Take your sweats off." I have no idea why I said that. I wanted him to go down on me. I should have been taking my sweats off. Subconsciously maybe I really wanted to just fuck him silly. I slid off to his side and in a second he had thrown his legs over the side of the cot and stood up. He grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and with a quick criss-cross of his arms over his floppy brown hair, he was shirtless. I barely had a moment to admire his six pack before he bent towards me a bit to reach down and grab the bottoms of his sweats. He stood to the side of the cot completely naked with his hard cock in front of him. I could see in the moonlight he had a dribble of precum on his piss slit. I was on my back on the cot. Jim threw one leg over my stomach and in a flash he was straddling me, kneeling with his knees on either side of my chest. He reached down towards my stomach and grabbed my T-shirt. I sat up towards him as he pulled my shirt over my head. He still had my T-shirt in his hand, throwing it off to the side and he was already bent over, locking our lips together. I never kissed another man before. This was incredible. He was so hot. So rough. So commanding. Women are softer and smell pretty and move tenderly and thoughtfully about your body. Jim grabbed my chest where ever the hell he had to so he could balance. Without my permission he knotted our tongues together. I have never been at the focal point of such aggression and I was loving it. He broke our kiss and started licking my chest. While sucking one nipple he twisted and pinched the other. Both of his hands began working my nipples as he turned his tongue and mouth to my abs. Licking and nibbling he made his way closer to my crotch. He reached down to my crotch and grabbed my hard cock through my sweat shorts. I must have been leaking something fierce up to this point. When he grabbed my dick I could feel the soaking wet fabric of my shorts press against my cock in his hand. He scooted down the bed enough so that he could line his face up with my rod and started gnawing on it through the shorts. He didn't waste anytime after a few bites snagging the elastic waist band and yanking them down to my knees. My cock flopped up and thwapped again my stomach. Like a cat on a mouse, he pounced on my stomach and took my cock in his mouth. His rough horse play was turning me on. He spit on my cock and yanked it up and down. While stroking me hard he sucked my balls into his mouth. When he sucked my head again, he would massage my balls with his other hand. I was in fucking heaven. I could feel his saliva running down my shaft and trickling behind my balls into my ass crack. There was a wet spot on the sheet under me in no time. He was giving me a supreme tongue bathing. He stopped working my cock and started crawling up the bed towards me. He gave me another deep, wet kiss and stopped abruptly. He stared at me for a second. Just kneeling above me. He said nothing. He didn't move because he was searching for my cock behind him. I could feel his hand wrap around my cock and hold it tight. He started backing away from my face. In a second I could feel his hot ass on my cock again. More than that, he was lining up my cock head with his asshole. He squeezed my cock tight and knelt straight up above me and gave a quick, short bounce. My cock head was on fire as it popped into his ass. With my cock starting to spear him, he moved both of his hands to my stomach to help steady himself. He leaned back slightly and my throbbing cock slid in right up to my balls. His ass was tighter than any pussy I ever fucked. Every square inch of my cock was on fire in him. He raised his ass up a few inches and dropped back down again. He continued to do this, faster and faster. Every ninth or tenth time he would plant my cock all the way up his ass and then grind into my balls for a second. I held onto his hips as he rode me faster and faster, harder and harder. I was going to blow my load so hard I thought he was going to fly off of me like a cartoon on a whale's blow hole geyser. "Jesus Christ, Jim! I'm gonna fuckin' blow!" I manage to pant out. Jim grunted and gasped and slammed back down on me again and again. The next few moments were an overload of sensations. Jim started gasping and slowed down his thrusts but still came down hard on me pouncing on my balls and driving my rod right up into him. I felt something wet and hot hit my face. Again. Then my chest. Jim was cumming. He wasn't just cumming, he was gushing. As he came, his ass clamped down on my cock. It felt like someone in his ass had grabbed my cock and was trying to pull me up into him. I involuntarily started to thrust up into him. I could feel my own cum wet the head of my cock as I drove up into his ass. It was hotter than hell in the loft all the sudden. I could hear sweaty skin slapping together under the low moans of Jim and I. I could feel his body heat seeping into me. His ass swallowed my cock and milked me dry. The whole cot was shaking. The loft was spinning. He collapsed on top of me, my twitching cock still planted up his ass. I could feel his warm breath on my shoulder as I reached up and cradled his head. Some of his cum rubbed off of my cheek into his hair. God his hair smelled so good. So sweaty. So manly. So sexy. "Holy shit." I stammered out. "That was fucking awesome." "Yeah it was. Damn you have a nice riding cock!" We both gasped a tired laugh. "I came so hard I though I turned my nut sac inside out." "Feels like you shot your nuts up my ass. Man you can cum a shit load." At that I noticed I could feel my cum dribbling out of his ass and down my shaft. It ever so slightly tickled as it oozed passed the light hairs around my balls. "Jim?" No answer. "JIM?!" Still no answer. He was sound asleep in my arms still partly kneeling over me. One last whiff of his hair and that was the last thing I remembered that night. I never even gave a thought as to what might happen should Allen or Mike see the two of us the next morning, covered in Jim's cum, sleeping naked together in the same cot...