Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 11:59:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Niftyguy <niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com>
Subject: cabin weekend, chapter 4

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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...