Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2003 10:43:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Niftyguy <niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cabin Weekend, Chapter Nine

Warning: the following stories contain graphic descriptions of consensual
sex between adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such
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I guess that the weekend had to come to an end sooner or later.  But boy,
it was quite a ride while it lasted.  After returning home, my life with
Ben quickly picked back up where it had left off.  From time to time we
talked about the amazing time we had with our friends and my uncle, and I
definitely thought about it, especially while we were having sex, but we
didn't start to actively prowl for other guys to play with.  I guess that
the main change was that, if an opportunity ever presented itself again, we
would be open to it.  Oh, and Ben and I decided to install a hot tub and
spa area on the patio behind our house, so that we could bring a little bit
of our experience in the woods back home with us.

Summer ended and the fall flew by.  Before I knew it, my mom was making
arrangements for her big Thanksgiving extravaganza.  It was just understood
that Ben and I would be there, and she wouldn't take no for an answer from
Uncle Jim (her baby brother) either.  When I spoke with him about it, he
mentioned that Ryan, our ranger friend, would be in town visiting his
family, as well.  Jim was more than a little excited to see Ryan; they had
gotten together up at the cabin a couple of times since our big weekend,
and by all accounts they had an absolutely orgasmic time.  I couldn't help
wondering if my uncle's big dick had ruined Ryan's tight ass for all of the
rest of us.  Just the thought of my cock opening up Ryan's virgin hole for
the first time caused me to spring a major boner, and after I got off the
phone with my uncle I had to take matters into my own hand.

The big drama of this particular Thanksgiving was going to be the
reintegration of my father's black sheep brother into the family.  In just
the last couple of years, Uncle Steve had divorced his wife of twenty
years, married his secretary, divorced her, bought a Harley, and finally
married the ex-wife of his (former) best friend.  Can you say "mid-life
crisis?"  It promised to be a tension-filled time, since we were meeting
Pamela, Steve's new wife, and her college-aged son Alex, for the first
time.  Everyone thought that Steve had been an absolute shit to his various
wives, but Mom insisted that we needed to make them all feel welcome.  She
invited Steve and his new family to stay the whole weekend.  Soon a problem
emerged, though.  With all of the other relatives that would be in town, my
parents' house was overbooked.  So, Mom turned to Ben and me.  Alex, it
seemed, would stay with us.

Now, Thanksgiving has always been just about my favorite holiday.  No real
religious bullshit to contend with, no angst about either gift-getting or
gift-giving.  All you need to focus on is eating enough food and
maintaining just the right buzz so you don't say anything too stupid.
Pretty low stress.  Driving over to my parents' house, I was just hoping
that Uncle Steve wouldn't mess up this perfect holiday.  He and his new
family were flying in early on Thanksgiving morning, so nobody had a chance
to assess the potential for family meltdown before the turkey was already
in the oven.

My fears were for naught.  Everybody was on best behavior, and Steve's new
wife seemed to hit it off with everyone.  Only Alex was a little withdrawn,
just taking in the situation.  My mom kept telling me to try to make him
feel welcome, which I was only too happy to do.  Alex was one very
attractive young man.  While he was relatively long and lean, I
nevertheless got the impression that there were some muscles under his gray
turtleneck and black wool slacks.  It took me awhile to warm him up, but
before long his pale blue eyes were sparkling and his full red mouth was
smiling.  He told me that he was a junior at the private liberal arts
college where he was a student, but he didn't really share very many
details of his private life.  He did ask me how long Ben and I had been
together, and he didn't seem particularly freaked out by the gay issue.  I
have to confess that, standing there talking to him, I began to wonder
whether he was gay himself.  He didn't really give me any information that
would enable me to judge one way or the other.  Standing there, though,
feeling the presence of his body, I had my own suspicions, and I began to
wonder what it would be like to run my fingers through his short black
hair, explore under his clothes, or drag my tongue across his straight,
white teeth.  Alex was what, maybe twenty or twenty-one?  I imagined that
he could be a real dynamo in the sack, just burning with all of that young,
pent-up sexual energy.  I guess that I can blame the hard-on that I started
springing on all of the nasty thoughts I was having.

 Later, in line to get some pumpkin pie, Uncle Jim sidled up to me and
asked if I was behaving myself.  I feigned shock and asked him what he
meant.  He just nodded in Alex's direction.  Feeling a little flustered, I
tried to defend myself, but probably not too successfully.  Eager to change
the subject, I asked if he and Ryan would like to come over to Ben's and my
place for beer and chili the next night.  It was either that or join my
parents and everybody else for my mom's traditional "shop till you drop"
post-Thanksgiving death march, which I had been boycotting for years.  Jim
quickly accepted my invitation.

After indulging Ben's desire for pie seconds, I finally told him and Alex
that the train was about to leave the station.  As we said good night, my
mom told me to have Alex back over to her house by 9:00 the next morning so
that he could join the shopping caravan.  Alex's expression at hearing that
command told the whole story, and I quickly proposed that he might have a
better time hanging out with Ben and me.  That way we could all sleep in.
Now, my mom didn't look pleased at seeing my "bad influence," encouraging
defections from her little plan, but she finally relented.  Needless to
say, Alex was grateful.

Back at our place, Ben and I showed Alex his room.  I ran to fetch him some
towels while Ben took him out through the door onto the patio in back.  In
our house, both the master bedroom and the guest room have direct access to
the backyard, and thus the spa.  It is a very convenient setup when things
that get started in the hot tub are better finished inside.

The evening was just about perfect: clear, crisp and no real breeze.  Not
surprisingly, Ben proposed a quick soak before turning in.  Neither Alex
nor I put up any resistance, and soon all three of us were stripping off
our clothes.  Not a word was said about swimsuits.  Trying not to be too
obvious, I cast some furtive glances in the direction of our guest as his
clothes came off.  My intuition about his body had been right.  He was all
planes of lean, defined muscles.  He torso was not quite hairless; small
tufts of dark hair sprouted around his prominent nipples.  A very thin
trail of hairs started at his navel and meandered down into his white
briefs, which only (very) temporarily hid his fat uncut prick that dangled
very temptingly, just out of reach.  Big, low-hanging balls completed the
package.  I idly thought about how incongruous it was that such a lean guy
was so well-endowed; I guess that I always expect skinny guys to have
skinny dicks.  Experience has shown that not to be the case always.

I quickly followed Ben and Alex into the water, eager to hide my semi-hard
dick from view.  We talked for a while, debriefing our guest on the family,
especially all of the dirt that Alex would need to know now that he was a
member.  He didn't really volunteer too much, though he did ask lots of
questions.  I suppose that he was still in the "information gathering"
mode.  At some point, I could feel Ben's hand begin to roam over my thigh
and into my crotch.  Now, normally that would be no problem, because we
could get started outside and move back in to finish off our fun.  I was
worried, however, that Alex really wouldn't understand when we both got up
sporting major-league boners and then excused ourselves to go and fuck.
Ben, however, was pretty insistent.  Sex had been on my brain for most of
the afternoon, and the stimulation of having a hand tugging on my balls and
sliding up and down my shaft was a bit more than I could handle.  Pretty
soon I was hoisting eight inches up the flagpole, all the while talking
about the relative merits of economics versus political science as a major.

All of a sudden, Ben announced that he was ready for bed.  Lickety-split,
he was out of the water, wrapping my towel, the one right by me, around his
waist, and bidding us good night.  He rather pointedly asked me when I was
coming to bed.  Now, I was between a rock and a hard-on place.  On the one
hand, I wanted to go to bed and fuck the living shit out of my man,
considering that he had gotten me all hot and bothered.  On the other hand,
there was no way in hell I could make it to the nearest towel, easily ten
feet away, without Alex getting a good long view of my hard-as-a-rock eight
inch prick.  What to do?

Alex and I sat there quietly for a few minutes, during which time I tried
to think of the most boring things possible.  That strategy was a partial
success; my cock eventually calmed down enough that it was angling 45
degrees down, rather than 45 degrees up.  It was still a pretty hard piece
of meat, though.  Deciding I was just going to have to go for it, I asked
Alex if he could please put the cover on the tub before going inside, and I
hoisted myself out.  As I walked, I could feel my fat cock wobble from side
to side, shedding drops of water.  Alex's eyes followed me as I made my way
over to the towel.  What to make of that, I wondered fleetingly, before my
thoughts turned to the business at hand.  I was going to give it to Ben for
leaving me in that jam.

I think that was what he was counting on.  When I entered our bedroom, Ben
was lying naked on the bed, butt propped up with a pillow, poking an
already-lubed ass with a couple of fingers.  It took me maybe thirty
seconds before I was completely buried in his ass.  As I held my cock deep
inside, I used my arms to hold his legs back while leaning my body into his
and kissing the stubbly skin under his chin.  The feeling was very
familiar, but that did not diminish the intensity.  Slowly and methodically
at first, but then with an increasing tempo, I began to fuck my squirming
boyfriend's ass.  As I ground back and forth and in and out, I began to
whisper my suspicions in Ben's ear, that what he really wanted was to see
me poking into Alex's tight hole, that he wanted to see Alex's horny
sphincter stretch around my shiny prick, that he wanted to stick his tongue
under Alex's foreskin and suck on those big balls while I pounded the
living shit out of him.  I told Ben that maybe Alex would be willing to sit
down on my cock and ride it while sucking Ben off.  I asked him whether he
thought that Alex would like to have his nipples twisted and sucked.  I
asked him whether he would be willing to suck Alex's ass and get it ready
for me to fuck, and even whether he wanted to watch Uncle Jim's fat prick
ream Alex's hole while I fucked him.  I frankly have no idea how long this
torrent of ideas poured out of my mouth, but I think I was just expressing
what we both were already thinking.  It was almost as though Alex was in
bed with us, goading us on to the explosion of slippery cum that finally
overtook us like an orgasmic tidal wave.  I can honestly say that I hadn't
come that hard since a certain weekend up in the mountains.  As I rolled
over and gave in to sleep, I wondered what the rest of the holiday weekend
would have in store.