Date: Thu, 11 May 2017 14:15:09 -0500
From: Fernando Summers <fernandorsummers@gmail.com>
Subject: The Cabin Getaway - Part 1

Year 1
Rodrigo

  Dermott and I have been friends since our early 20s. He dated a girl I
used to work with and we became better friends after they broke up. After a
few months we were each other's go to person whenever shit got too
real. We'd get drunk, go to parties, hang out, get over whatever pissed us
off or hurt us and we'd move on. Dermott got married last year and it'd
been pretty smooth sailing for them. I hadn't had as much a chance to hang
with him since, but last week he got into his first real fight with his
wife. He needed to get away before making any rash decisions. My duty as
his sound board was activated. He wanted to get away away and so he booked
a cabin out in Mt Rainier and then asked me to join him.

  I'm single and had nothing better to do. It's was the summer before my
last year of my Masters and I was pretty broke. But Dermott offered to
cover the trip and well how could I refuse?

  We're driving to a cabin which is about 7 hours away from our city. It's
pretty idyllic, it's mid-summer and the weather is pleasant. He rented a
two bedroom cabin with the works; jacuzzi, giant ass TV, Playstation 4 and
XBox, and most importantly beer. We were also both pretty good about going
to the gym and staying in shape so the idea of hiking around there appealed
to both of us.

  Dermott hadn't been as active since he got married and was on the verge
of getting a beer gut, but years of commitment to exercise had prevailed
and he was still in decent shape, it didn't stop me from teasing him about
it. I love my craft beers, but have remained committed to exercising and am
in the best shape of my life. He is White, with short brown hair, about 6'
tall same as me, pensive hazel eyes, with a clean shaven face, and pleasant
smile. At first glance he looks muscular, but closer up you could see some
of those muscles loosening up. My Venezuelan heritage gives me the
appearance of a nice permanent tan. I have black hair a bit longer than
Dermott's, just enough for it to curl a bit over my head. I have brown
eyes, a sharp jaw, and a clean shaven face that along with my toned muscles
got me pretty much any girl I set my sights on. I shave my body and the
only hair I have is on my head and armpits, somehow it didn't feel right to
shave that off. I do have them trimmed pretty close to my skin
though. Dermott who I was pretty sure didn't shave anything but his face
would tease me about my legs and arms at every opportunity. He'd probably
tease me about how I shaved my pubes and balls if he'd know too.

  We are an odd pairing for friends. I am pretty liberal and free thinking
and he is conservative and recalcitrant about practically everything, even
at 25. Somehow us arguing a lot about politics turned into friendship. The
whole drive to the cabin was an argument about the validity of NPR being
funded by the government. I finally concluded that he was wrong.

  We arrive at the cabin at around 7PM. Even as the days are longer in the
summer, the sun is starting to come down. We both agree to early get rest
early since we planned on heading out on a hike early the next morning.

  As soon as I enter my room I strip off all my clothes. I love to sleep
naked. I don't understand people that wear clothes to sleep. The sheets in
the cabin feel amazing all around and I won't deny that I'm getting off
from their feel on my dick. In fact, they bring on a hard on that I just
can't get rid of. I'm not really in the mood to jerk off, but my dick is
throbbing. Not being able to deny my cock it's due, I pull the sheets off,
spit on my hand and get to work. My cock is just a little bigger than 7
inches. I'm the perfect size. At least that's what girls tell me. I have
low hanging balls, which get hurt fairly easy, so that kind of sucks, but
they seem to be inviting for girls to suck on when I get blow jobs. I'm
circumcised and I have to say as I examine my cock, I'm pretty proud of
what I have down here. As I jerk off I realize that the mirror in that room
is directed at the bed. If I turn on the lights I'll be able to see myself
as I jerk off. Ever since I started working out I can't help but to find
watching myself jerk off a turn on. I turn on the lights and watch as I
stroke myself slowly and lazily. With firm strokes and a tight grip I bring
my pole to a throbbing climax fairly quickly. I shoot my load into some
tissues, turn the lights off, and knock out. I sleep like a rock.



  The next day we start the day early as planned. Dermott seems more at
ease than he had the previous day. Getting away seems to be clearing his
head. He is less combative through breakfast, even as he read the news on
his phone. There was something handsome about the messy haired, just got
out of bed, Dermott. I'd gone on a few getaways with Dermott before,
usually with other friends or our girlfriends, so I'd seen him in the
mornings before. There was an innocence about him. It made me glad I was
his friend. We have our coffee and breakfast and pack our bags.

  We head out with some sandwiches and light snacks and plan to be out all
day, however around noon we get hit by some unexpected rain; and then it
doesn't stop. We reluctantly head back to the cabin. It takes us nearly an
hour to run back through what became extremely muddy terrain. By the time
we get back we're both drenched, cold, and dirty. We'd both taken our
shirts off and were down to just our mud drenched shorts and hiking boots.

  Once in the cabin we make our way to the bathroom. It only has one
bathroom, it's huge, but it's only one. We both seem to get a new rush of
energy and race to it to get first dibs on the shower. I get in first and
quickly drop my shorts and underwear to the ground. Up to that moment,
Dermott had never seen me naked and I have never seen him. I gamble he will
be too prudish to pursue me into the bathroom after that, but he
isn't. He's determined and he drops his pants down just as quickly and
pushes me out of the way and enters the shower first.

  He looks ridiculous because he still had his muddy ass boots and backpack
on. So did I, but I hadn't looked at myself in the mirror. It's the first
time I see his penis. It is soft, uncircumcised, and fat hanging just so
off his big balls. Dermott didn't have much hair on his chest and only a
minimal happy trail, so I am surprised by how thick his wet dark pubic hair
is and how it crowned his dick. He must have noticed my shock or caught me
staring or maybe his actions struck him as soon as he entered the shower
and he quickly turns around.

  "I win asshole, get the fuck out of here until I'm finished"

  "It's cold as fuck out there. Just take a quick shower and let me in."

  He reluctantly takes of his bag and hands it to me and turns on the
shower, "Fuck!"

  "What?"

  "I still have my shoes on."

  He bends down facing away from me and his hairy ass is in my view. With
him turned around and struggling with his shoes I get a chance to really
look uninterrupted. Hairiness aside, he has a pretty nice ass. Those extra
pounds he's been getting rounded him out well. I felt my face get red and
quickly looked around. He didn't notice and eventually throws his shoes out
and begins showering. The room quickly fogs up as he showers in
ridiculously hot water.

  I put my backpack down and then take my time taking my shoes off. I am
muddy everywhere. I look at myself in the mirror and find that it is
completely fogged up. I look down and realize I have wood. My dick gets
pretty fat when it's hard and it's difficult to hide my 7 inches when it
is, even when it's just hanging out it can look like I'm sporting a
boner. Shaving my pubes and balls contributes to making my dick look
impressive. Still, I don't want Dermot to think I am sporting wood for
him. I am cold as fuck so my dick should be shrunken down. When I think
about it, I wonder why Dermott's wasn't shrunk down either, or maybe it was
and he's just huge. The thought makes my face feel flush.

  I try to focus of the fact that I am freezing, but my dick seems
undeterred by this and the more I think about it the harder it gets,
"Fuck."

  What the hell is wrong with my dick?

  "What?" Dermott asks from the shower.

  "Nothing," I say still turned away from him. I keep thinking of him bent
over, exposing his ass and then I can feel my dick twitching; eager for
attention. Unconsciously I touch myself and I twitch harder. Dermott stops
the shower and asks me to hand him a towel.

  I count on it being too foggy in the room for him to notice my hard on
and quickly walk over to a cabinet and get a towel for him and myself. He
seems oblivious to my dick even as I feel it vibrating for attention. He
takes the towel and begins to dry his head, walking out of the shower. His
naked body walks past mine, steaming from the shower. I had never seen my
friend naked before that moment and he leaves the bathroom without turning
around and without letting me see his dick again.

  I'm relieved he left the bathroom and I quickly turn the shower back
on. As the hot water starts washing the mud off me I get to work on getting
my dick the satisfaction it's craving and within minutes I blow my load. I
can't even tell what I was thinking off, but I think it was Dermott's
ass. The shower warms me up and I stay there a while. I eventually come
out, dry off, wrap the towel around my waist and head out. As I walked past
Dermott's room I notice that the door is partially opened.

  I open it all the way, "What do you want for dinner?"

  "Knock much?! Fuck!" is all he says as he throws a bed sheet over his
naked body.

  "Sorry man," I stammer, realizing I had just caught my bud jacking off,
"Lock your door next time."

  I walk out with the image of Dermott with his hand on his cock. He is
probably as big as me. It was only a moment, but already I can tell the
image is crystallizing in my mind. I'd thought about dude's before, not in
any realistic way, just passively and I had never thought of Dermott in any
sexual way, but I'd just jerked off to thoughts of his ass and after
witnessing him jacking off I felt my dick expanding under my towel again. I
get to my room and put on some grey sweatpants and a soft t shirt. I decide
I should wear underwear tonight as it seemed my dick is determined to stay
hard. I undress again, put on underwear, put on the sweatpants again and
head out to the kitchen. It is around six, but it's already dark because of
the rain.

  I decide to make us soup because even though it's summer, the weather has
dropped with the rain. The thought of Dermott jerking off keeps playing
over and over in my head. There is suddenly this sexual energy connected to
any thought of him that I cannot shake. He eventually comes out of his
room. He is dressed in black sweatpants, socks, and a blue long sleeve
shirt.

  "That took a while," I tease him.

  "I was talking to Melanie," he says with mild annoyance on his face.

  "Didn't go well?"

  "No, the look was for your comment," Dermott says, "The call actually
went great. We both apologized."

  "Good to hear," I say, "Does that mean our trip is getting cut short?"

  "Do you mind?"

  "No, its cool. If it means you guys will be okay then I'm down for
whatever, you paid for this place."

  "Cool."

  I finish the soup and then prepare us both bowls. We sit at the kitchen
counter. We don't say anything for a while.

  "So when did you want to head back?" I finally ask to break the silence.

  "Listen I'm sorry to you had to see that," Dermott says with
embarrassment on his face. "It had just been a while."

  "You jerking off?" I ask, "It's not even a thing. I thought it was
funny. Dude I jerk off like twice a day. Every day."

  "Twice a day?!" Dermott feigns shock, "Pssh before Melanie I jacked off
at least twice that. But it just changes with marriage. But listen I don't
like talking about this stuff. I mean who needs to know my personal shit,
right? Seeing your package was also an unpleasant surprise today. I'm sorry
about that and I'm sorry you had to see mine twice."

  "It's really okay. I'm surprised we hadn't seen each other's cocks before
today."

  "Anyway man, enough about our junk. Can we just pretend it didn't
happen?"

  "Sure."

  "Did you want to see if there was anything on TV?"

  "If the reception is working with this storm."

  He walks over to the couch and turns on the TV.

  "Want a beer?"

  "Oh shit I forgot we brought them. Yeah man serve em up."

  "We'll have to finish these off tonight. There is enough for three days
here."

  "We don't have to leave early tomorrow," Dermott says, "I'm down for
getting wasted tonight if you are?"

  "Let's get started."



  And so we are four beers in each. Mind you we brought good stuff, 12%
alcohol content or better so we are pretty wasted. We lower the lights in
the room, but leave enough light so we can still see each other and where
we are putting our beer bottles. There are 4 couches in the room; a love
seat on the middle and two smaller seats on the sides. I am sitting on the
smaller seat to the left, Dermott is sitting on the loveseat in the
middle. We have been watching "Underworld" with hot as fuck Kate
Beckinsdale.  It just happened to be on and we hadn't seen it in years. As
the drunkenness takes away more and more inhibitions, I feel my boner
picking back up. The thought of sticking my face into Kate's pussy is
making my dick pulse. The thought of her arching her back as I fuck her
doggy style is becoming more defined. I fantasize about that ass and
somewhere along the fantasy her smooth ass becomes hairy and I am fucking
Dermott. I touch myself occasionally as if I were adjusting myself, but
every chance I get I pull on my hardening tool. Despite the underwear, the
pants I am wearing probably made my hard on super obvious, but Dermott is
just watching the TV and I hope the low lighting is keeping my cock
concealed.

  "Do you shave your pubes?" Dermott suddenly looks at me, his eyes glassy
and slightly red.

  "What?"

  "When I saw your dick earlier, you had no pubes."

  "Uh I thought we weren't going to talk about that?"

  "Fuck it. I'm curious."

  I laugh at this, "You're drunk."

  "No shit."

  "You really want to know?"

  "Yeah, I mean how do you keep from cutting your ball sack?"

  "Carefully."

  "Why shave at all?"

  "I dunno it feels good and truthfully you'd surprise to know how many
girls are more willing to suck my dick when they see it's shaved."

  "Seems like a legit reason. Melanie shaves, but she seems to like me like
I am."

  "TMI man, I don't want to know about your wife's pussy. I have to see her
again you know."

  "Haha, you're right. Well anyway, I like my dick the way it is."

  "It looked fine to me," I say almost immediately regretting the
statement.

  Dermott stares at me blankly. His glassy eyes move slowly over me,
landing on my crotch.

  "Good," he finally says. "You're hard as fuck right now aren't you?"

  "What?" I say looking down and noticing that the conversation has brought
my boy to full attention.

  "Ah geez, I'm sorry man," I say closing my legs and turning my bottom
torso away from him.

  "I'd heard some Latinos had huge fucking cocks, I guess I never thought
about your cock, but Jesus, you have a big cock."

  "Whatever man, my dick is average," I say.

  "Fuck nah, my dick is average," Dermott says getting up and dropping his
pants to the ground. "Six inches of white man meat at your service."

  He's hard. Smaller than me I realize now, but his thick uncircumcised
cock is suddenly right in front of me. Pink and fleshy. His balls are no
longer low hanging, I can see them moving. His cock has a hint of pre cum
at the tip and it is throbbing just like mine. I'm frozen on my seat in the
couch. It feels like time slowed down. I peel my eyes from his hard on and
look back at his face. He smiles, bends down clumsily and pulls his pants
back up. "Your turn asshole, show me what you got!"

  "I'm okay, thanks," I say not sure where this is going.

  "Drop your pants and show me your cock!" he shouts laughing.

  "You really want to see it?"

  He gives me a drunken smirk.

  "All right . . ." I say getting up and pulling my pants down slowly
around my waist letting my cock pop out of my pants as I drop them for
maximum effect.

  "Whoa," is all he says. He plops back on his seat. He licks his lips,
unconsciously I believe, "That's a huge dick."

  I stand there, pants down, rock hard and absolutely turned on by the way
he is looking at my package.

  "You see what you wanted?" I ask teasing him.

  "Dude. Just whoa," he says again.

  I laugh and go to pull my pants back up.

  "Wanna get off together?" he suggests.

  "Wanna what?" I am shocked he said it. "Conservative you wants to jack
off with a dude?"

  "Shut the fuck up, do you want to or not?"

  "Sure," I hear myself say. I want to. I want this so badly.

  He takes his pants down and his cock is shiny with pre cum. He begins to
jack off before I can get my own pants back down. He pulls at his cock
furiously. I sit back down, pants down and begin to jerk off too. The TV is
still playing the movie and he watches it. I'm not sure what he is jerking
off too as there is a climactic battle on screen. I watch him, at first
just out of curiosity, but then out of sexual fascination. He is jerking
off so fast and so aggressively it is turning me on even more.

  I feel warm and I take off my shirt. I am full on naked and sitting in
the same room with my best friend. He is sitting feet away from me and
jerking off. He looks at me when I take my shirt off. It is a strange look.

  "Fuck!" he moans.

  He shoot a huge load onto his blue shirt. His face turns red as he shoots
a second load over his hairy pubes. A third shot falls on his leg. A fourth
and fifth drizzle out over his hand.

  "Aww man that was a good cum shot," he says as he examines his shirt.

  "Damn dude," is all I can say. I had never seen another dude cum in
person. There is a smell in the air. Something primal and it is enough for
me to climax. I look straight at his semi hard, cum covered dick and feel
the rolling orgasm explode from my cock. I have been told that I cum a
lot. Every time a girl has tried to swallow, my cum inevitably begins to
drip down her chin.

  I shoot a load that hits my face. A second one falls over my nipple. A
third lands God knows where. I feel several more, but lose track of
them. When I finally come back to my senses my dick is covered in thick cum
and Dermott is staring at me in astonishment.

  "That was fucking amazing," he says. "I've never seen so much fucking cum
come out of a dick."

  I absentmindedly reach up to my face to wipe down the cum on it and put
it in my mouth.

  "You eat your cum?!" he says looking repelled by the thought.

  "Oh shit. . . sorry force of habit." I like the taste of my cum. I can't
believe I just did that in front of him though.

  "Fuck," Dermott says passively. He reaches his cum covered hand to his
lips, but stops short of putting them there. "Yeah, not my thing."

  "It's not for everyone," I smile.

  He smiles back, "You are one nasty fucker."

  "I'm not that bad," I said.

  "Can this stay between us?" he says taking his shirt off to clean up the
cum on him.

  "Yeah man," I say, "We didn't do anything."

  I clean myself up with my shirt as well and pull my pants on over my semi
hard cock. Despite this being my second cumshot of the day, I still feel
horny. I know I am still going to go to my bedroom to jerk off a third time
after this.

  "Is it weird if I tell you I still feel pretty horny?" he asks.

  "Kind of, but to be honest so do I," I say.

  He remains silent for moment, `Melanie and I have sex all the time, like
all the time, and I swear I could cum in that pussy all day if I could. We
hadn't had sex in a few weeks before the fight and I hadn't really jerked
off either. Did you know I could have up to 6 orgasms in one day? I counted
once. It was impressive."

  "I can't deny I'm not impressed. Five was my all-time high. And this is
actually my second orgasm today."

  "Yeah after you caught me earlier, I did finish off. I came as much as
you did just now. It took me a while to clean up."

  "Aha you were being naughty," I say.

  He blushes, "Fuck you."

  I run my hand over my dick through my pants.

  "You're circumcised," he says.

  "Yeah."

  "Ever wonder what it'd feel like if you were uncircumcised?"

  "Sometimes," I say.

  I feel bold, stand up, and I take my pants back down. My dick is just as
hard again.

  "I'm jerking off again," I say as I sit next to him this time.

  He half nods and takes a sip of his beer, "I'm down for one more."

  He pulls his pants down again and I am pleased to see he is hard as well.

  I spit on my hand and begin to jerk off again.

  "I wish we'd brought lube. Why didn't you bring lube?"

  `What the hell did you think I was planning for this weekend?"

  "That's fair," Dermott laughs.

  Dermott spit on his hand and begins to jerk off too.

  "I don't need as much spit, so if you need some I got some for you," he
jokes.

  "Gimme some of your spit then asshole," I joke back.

  Then he does something completely unexpected. He sits up and puts his
face over my dick and proceeds to drip a huge wad of spit over my throbbing
cock head. He looks at me mischievously, a little bit of spit dripping from
his chin and then wipes his mouth roughly and sits back and continues
jerking. That alone should have sent me over, but I hold back and use his
spit to slowly and tightly stroke myself.

  Soon enough I am on my way back to another orgasm. Dermott spitting on my
dick is an image I cannot shake from my mind. I shake as I feel my orgasm
coming and out bursts massive globs of white cum. I shoot straight up, I
think, but I notice that one of my shots got Dermott on the stomach. He
keeps jerking off, not recoiling from it or anything. It took me a moment
to recollect myself. He watches me as I come. When he sees that I am back
from my orgasm, he picks up the cum that landed on his stomach with the
fingers of his free hand and sticks it in his mouth.

  I am still feeling my post orgasm satisfaction, but the fact that he just
did that is intoxicating.

  He nods his head as if with approval, "Not bad."

  He jerks himself faster and harder now. Man his dick can take a
beating. He closes his eyes and continues stroking. I watch him
curiously. He put his other arm over his head to hold the couch. His hairy
armpit teases me to do something to it. I examine his trail and hairy
bush. It was covered in cum from his first shot. His dick is shiny from
spit and pre cum. I see his muscles flex and his jaw tighten. I know he's
close. He looks so fucking amazing in that moment.

  Suddenly he lets out a gasp and this time his shot is pretty
impressive. It hits the coffee table in front of us. Twice. The rest of his
cumshot coats his hand and he slows his rhythm. I don't take my eyes off
him and he doesn't look at me as if understanding that eye contact now
would change the dynamic.

  "Clean up is so much easier with no hair," I say putting my shirt over
his softening dick.

  He smirks at me, "I'm still keeping it."

  He wipes himself clean and hands me back my shirt to clean myself off. We
smell of sex even though we haven't touched each other. We agree we need to
shower. I follow him to the bathroom, his musky trail and ass, so hairy and
round, causing my cock to twitch again. We'd both gotten sweaty in the
process.

  We shower, taking turns. He leaves the bathroom without letting me see
his dick again. The image of him as he worked himself up to an orgasm
linger in my head and I know it will linger for a long time. He went from
being that innocent looking man to some kind of sex beast in my head over
the course of a day. I can't help but wonder if he fucks with the same
enthusiasm. I go to bed, relaxed and sleep quickly.

  We wake up the next morning hungover as fuck, but both very much
relaxed. On the car ride back the next day we talk about how often we jerk
off and when and what too (he jerks off in the shower in the morning if he
doesn't have sex and he usually thinks of breasts getting soaped up). We
talk about our first jerk off. He was 13 and in a bedroom he shared with
his brother. I was 12 and jerked off in the family living room when my
family went away for a few hours. It's a story of my life, an aspect of my
life, I never shared with anyone, and yet we're so frank with each other
it's incredible. It is a whole new level of friendship.

As we arrive back in the city he suggests we do this kind of trip again
next year. I start school later in the month and even though he and his
wife were okay, he knew he needed to work on his marriage. We shake hands,
hug, and agree to make plans as soon as we know our schedules.