Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2009 20:13:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mr. T. <mojoman118@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Retreat - Part 1

This is my fist story for Nifty.  Feel free to e-mail me and tell me what
you think, whether you likes it, if you have any story requests, etc.

Thanks,
M.

**

The Bachelor Retreat

I really didn't believe I might not be purely straight until that night
when I had one cock in my mouth, one in each hand, and a thick,
purple-headed monster pounding in and out of my asshole and making me feel
like I was being fucked by a bear.  That, and the fact that I was loving
every minute of it and couldn't wait to be covered in cum put the thought
in my head that I might be a little bi.

    But I'm getting ahead of myself.  Let me start at the beginning..

    My name is Walter Stein.  I'm 32, about 6' 2", 185.  I've got black
hair and brown eyes, and am generally an attractive guy.  At least, that's
what Lorie, my wife, says.  This story all happened to me about a year ago,
just before I got married.  I had been dating my wife, then girlfriend, for
a couple of years before I asked her to marry me.  Her saying yes was a bit
of a surprise to me, because some part still thought she was way out of my
league.  She's a tall, thin brunette, with a great body.  Luckily, we have
the same sex drive, and it's rare we don't have sex at least twice a day.
We also have the same oral fixation, and half of the time I end up filling
her mouth with my cum.  Like I said, I'm a lucky guy.

    It wasn't until a couple of months before the wedding that my best
friend Jim called me up and brought up the subject of a bachelor party.  I
had almost forgotten about that.  I'd never been one for strip bars-except
once in a blue moon when Lorie wants to go-and a 'guys night out' sounded
kind of boring.  That's when Jim suggested "The London Retreat".

    I'd never heard of it before.  Naturally, I thought it was somewhere in
London, England..

    "No," he said.  "As in 'Jack London'.  You know, 'The Call of the
Wild'?"  He explained it was a resort up in Canada that catered to small
groups.  It had about a dozen cabins spread out over a huge area of
wilderness.  The cabins had only the most basic equipment; a combination
fireplace and stove, bunk beds and and out-house.  There was no phone, no
electricity, no roads for about 50 miles in any direction.

    "We go and live in the woods for a week," he said.  "We get some basic
food and equipment, but it's essentially us vs. nature.  We have to hunt,
fish, find wood, keep ourselves warm and fed.  It's great.  Survivalism for
the office drone."

    We'd always talked about a trip like that, one where we'd test
ourselves against the harsh face of nature.  And this sounded perfect.  I
jumped at it.

    "Great," he said.  "I'll start planning it."

    So in the weeks ahead we worked out the details.  It turned out we
could get a great deal if we got five or more people since the cabin slept
six, but we could only find four guys who could go.  There was me, Jim, and
our friends Kevin and Gerry.  We'd been friends since college, having all
been in the same fraternity, but didn't see each other that much any more.
We were all eager to get a shot at the trip, but we needed at least one
more to make it a little more economical.

    That's when Gerry suggested Tad.  Gerry was a bigger guy who had been a
bouncer right after college.  He owned his own private security company
now, and was a solid guy.  Tad was a guy Gerry had hired a while back.  He
was a few years younger than the rest of us, but everyone knew him at least
a little.  He was a decent guy, and since we all got a long with him, we
invited him as well.  When he accepted, we were set.

**

    We had to fly in on a puddle-jumper, a prop plane with floats instead
of wheels.  The pilot pulled us up to the dock, dropped all our gear off,
pointed us towards the cabin and wished us luck.  "And remember," he said.
"If you get in trouble, just hit the EPERB and we'll be here in a jiffy."
And without further ado, he was gone.

    The five of us kind of stood around for a while, watching the plane
take off from the small lake.  It wasn't until we could no longer hear the
engine that someone spoke up.

    "Well, boys," Gerry said.  He was about my size, but blonde and a
little better built.  He always liked to give people a hard time, and was
one of the best poker players I knew.  "We're not going to get any warmer
staying here.  Let's go see what we got ourselves into."

    There was a slight chill to the air, so we all picked up our stuff and
headed over to the cabin.  At first glance it didn't seem too bad, but when
we got inside…

    "Holy crap," Jim said.  "They weren't kidding."  Jim was the unoficial
leader of our group, always had been..  Taller than everyone else, he was
thin and kind of geeky looking, but always bold.  He knew how to use his
looks too, and he was never at a loss when it came to women.  He got more
ass than a toilet seat, but never seemed to brag about it despite his
success.

    Looking around the cabin, I saw what he meant.  It was fairly dark,
with a fat, black stove in the middle of the room surrounded by a couple of
couches and chairs.  A kitchen table was tipped up on its side against one
of the walls, and the windows didn't seem to let in a lot of light. Two
large coolers sat in a corner along with a couple of crates.  We knew these
were the food stores we had ordered, though the rifles and fishing tackle
that were right next to them made me wonder how long they'd last.  The room
ran along the south side of the cabin, and a single hallway running south
led to the two bedrooms.

    We all walked in, set our gear down and gave the cabin the once over.
The two bedrooms each had two single beds in them, and they weren't much
bigger than most of our closets back home.  "I guess someone gets to pilot
the couch," Jim said as we came back into the living room..  "Probably the
best spot here, as it's next to the stove.  The nights get pretty cold up
here, even now."

    No one really said anything, we all kind of took a seat. Jim and I sat
on the couch, while the rest of the guys took a chair.  Gerry and Kevin
kind of looked around with smile son their faces.  Kevin was the funniest
of all of us.  He could always find the right thing to say to make us
laugh.  Though he was only about 5 9, he was easily the best built out of
all of us.  Not hard to understand since he was a personal trainer.

    "So," he said.  "What do you guys want to do?  Should we go out hunting
or just start the circle-jerk now?" We all laughed at that.  When I'd told
my wife what we were going to do, she asked me if this was my way of
telling her I was gay.  I guess the other guys had been thinking the same
thing.

    "I think we save that one for tonight, hoss," Jim said.  "We gotta do
something to keep us occupied when the sun goes down."

    We joked around for a while after that.  Jim found the crate with
thealchohol and we all had a beer or two.  After that we picked rooms.  Tad
drew the short straw and ended up with the couch assignment, with me and
Jim in one room and Gerry and Kevin in the other.  We put our bags away and
reconvened in the living room after that.

    "I don't know about you guys," Tad said.  "But I think I'm gonna try to
catch some fish for dinner."  Tad was about my height, but a little bigger.
He had been in the army before he started working at Gerry's company, but
you wouldn't know to look at him..  He had the longest hair out of all of
us, kind of an emo-rocker look but without the guy-liner and black
fingernails.  I guess he was still Army underneath.  He walked over to the
fishing poles and picked one out, along with a small tackle box of
supplies.

The rest of the guys said they wanted to try out the rifles, so I told Tad
I'd give fishing a try with him.  "Great," he said.  "Let's go."

**

    We took our fishing tackle and started casting from the dock.  It
didn't take us long before we got a few bites, and I landed the first catch
of the day a little while after that.  "Man," Tad said.  "Look at him.
He's huge."

    And he was.  A nice lake trout, about 2-pounds and beautiful.  I put
him on the stringer and went right back at it.  "This is great," I said.
"I mean, listen to how quiet it is out here.  No noise, no nothing.  Just
great."

    "You might not be saying that by the end of the week when we're all
stinky and hungry," Tad said, half smile on his face.

    "Or horny,"" I said, laughing.

    "That too.  But hey.  It's the wild.  You can go anywhere and spank
it."

    "Yeah.  Or find a friendly she-bear, I guess."

    Tad laughed.  "Hell, a he-bear might look good enough by next Monday."

    "Careful, you might give the other guys the wrong idea talking like
that.  They might take you up on the offer.  Especially Jim.  That guy has
a permanent sweater on his chest."  I laughed and cast my line out again.
Reeling it in, I looked over at Tad and saw he had kind of a funny look on
his face.  "What?" I asked.

    "Nothing," Tad said, shaking his head.  "It's just…I don't know if
Gerry said anything."

    "About what?"

    "Well…"

    "Dude.  What? You're not gonna tell me you're gay, are you?"  I laughed
again and shook my head.  When he didn't laugh back, I stopped.  "Oh shit,
I'm sorry, man.  I didn't mean…"

    "No, it's okay," Tad said.  "I'm not gay, but I'm kind of bi.  I'm
actually seeing a guy back home right now."

    I felt like a complete ass.  "Hey, listen.  I didn't mean anything by
it, you know.  I mean, it was just guys talking.  You know how it is."

    "It's really okay," he said.  He looked at me and I saw he wasn't
upset, which made me feel better.  "I'd have done the same thing a few
months ago too.  It's…it's something kid of new to me, you know?"

    "It's cool, man."  I said.  I knew he was the outsider in our group,
and I didn't want to make him feel worse.  "I mean it, it's cool.  I'm glad
you had the guts to tell me.  And don't worry about the other guys.  If you
want me to stay quiet, I will.  It's up to you to say anything, alright?"

    He thanked me for being so understanding, and we went on fishing after
that, just talking about anything.  We caught enough fish to feed everyone,
and after a few hours we headed back to the cabin.  By the time dinner came
around, I had almost forgotten about what Tad had told me.

    Almost.

**


    The other guys had spent most of the day hiking around, playing with
the rifles.  We all were back at the cabin before sunset and Jim cooked
dinner; fish, some pre-mixed camping stuff and plenty of beer.  We all
agreed it was some of the best food we'd had in a long time..

    It got dark and we all sat around the stove, talking and drinking.  We
played cards for a while, took turns using the one flashlight we had to go
to the outhouse, and generally had a great time.  By the time we noticed it
was already 1:00 a.m., we all decided to go to bed.

I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

    I woke up with a start some time that night.  It was still pitch black,
and the only light around was the thin moonlight coming through the
window. I didn't know what had waken me, but I looked over and saw Jim
sleeping soundly, his head completely covered by thick blankets.  From
somewhere, I heard the sound of someone snoring, but other than that it was
completely quiet.

    "Must have been a dream,:" I thought.  I tried to go back asleep, but I
noticed a dull pressure in my abdomen.  The thought of having to go outside
to piss didn't seem really appealing, so I tried to hold it off and make
myself go to sleep.  After a few minutes, I knew it wasn't going to work.

    I sat up, and as soon as my feet hit the wood floor, I nearly jumped
from the cold.  I found my socks on the small nightstand near the bed, put
them on, and gingerly tried the floor again. Still cold, but I could
manage.

    "The damn grass will be a lot colder than that," I thought.  "Maybe
I'll find an empty beer can and use that."

    My plan sounded good, so I made my way out of the bedroom and towards
the living room.  Before I got there, though, I thought I heard something
again.  This time I knew it wasn't a dream or my imagination.  I stopped
moving and listened.  Someone was talking, whispering actually.  It was
coming from the living room.

    I leaned forward, trying to listen, but all I couldn't hear very well.
So, I crept forward, trying to hug the wall as I moved.  I got closer to
the living room, and tried to peek around the corner.  That's when I saw
it.

    There, in the center of the room, standing next to the pot-bellied
stove, were Tad and Gerry, butt-ass naked except for the thick hiking socks
they wore on their feet.  I couldn't believe what I was seeing.  What made
it even more unbelievable was that each of them had one hand on the other's
ass, and tad has his hand on Gerry's cock.

    Tad was sort of swaying, using his hand to stroke Gerry's cock while he
let his own cock swing back and forth, rubbing against Gerry's.  I almost
gasped out loud, but forced myself to suppress it.

    I was flabbergasted.  When Tad told me he was bi, I had been surprised.
But I had no idea Gerry was into gay sex too.

    Then I heard what they were saying.  "That's it," Gerry whispered..
"Stroke it.  Just like that.  Nice and slow."  Tad let out a soft moan as
he continued his motion.  I could hear the wet sounds of his hand stroking
Gerry's cock, a sound I was all too familiar with from jerking off my own.

    "God," Tad said.  "You're so hard."

    I had never really looked at another guy's cock before, but I couldn't
help staring now, even though in the dull light I could see too clearly.
Tad's cock was about average looking.  I'd guess about six inches, maybe
six and a half, but I noticed he had shaved his pubes complete.y.  Gerry,
on the other hand..wow.  I had never seen him naked, but I guessed his cock
must have been at least 8 inches, maybe closer to 9.  And it had a big head
on it, the proverbial baby ‘s arm holding an apple.

    "Yeah," Gerry said quietly.  I saw his other hand was playing with his
balls.  "Like that."  He sounded very into it.

    I don't know how long I stood there watching, but at some point I
became aware that my own cock was now rock hard.  I didn't give it much
thought, because all my attention was focued on the two naked men in front
of me who were doing to each other what I had only done with women.

    Tad shifted position then, moving closer.  He kept his head down,
looking at their cocks.  But with his hands, he took both cocks and stood
them up, rubbing against each other.  Then he started using both hands to
jack them off at the same time.  Gerry let out a groan.

    "God," he said.  "I love that.  I love the feel of my cock against
yours."

    "Yeah," Tad said.  "I want to see that huge cock of yours cum.  I want
to see it shoot all over my cock."

    I was shaking with lust.  I'd never even dreamed of seeing anything
like this, and god damn it was hot.  Tad started stroking faster and
faster.  Soon, Gerry reached up with one hand and started twisting one of
Tad's nipples.  Tad groaned in response and hurried his pace.

    "Faster," Gerry said.  "Make me cum.  Stroke my cock for me you fucking
faggot."

The words felt like they hit me almost physically.  But to Tad they had an
amazing effect.  He let out another moan, this one loud.  I looked back for
a moment, panicked, thinking it might wake the other guys up, and I didn't
want them to see me watching what was going on.

    "God I love your monster cock," Tad said, his motions getting almost
frantic. "It's so hot.  So hard.  I love how it feels in my hand."

    Gerry kept playing with his balls and pinching Tad's nipple, and then
it happened.  A thick rope of cum shot out of Gerry's cock, shooting feet
into the air and landing against Tad's chest with an audible sound.  More
spurts shot out, all over Tad's hands and both their cocks.  A second later
Tad's body tightened up, and he shot his load too.  He came even harder
than Gerry, with the white jizz shooting out like a geyser.  Both guys
hugged the other one too them as they let their orgasms work themselves
out.

    At that very second, I heard a noise from the other bedroom.  Not
wanting to take any chances, I raced back to my own bed as quietly as I
could.  I slid under the covers and tried to calm down, but my heart was
racing so fast I thought I would certainly be found out.

    I waited for what seemed like an hour, the whole time trying to hear
some kind of indication that anything was going on, terrified that someone
was going to walk in at any moment and bust me. When I finally peeked out
from under my blankets, I noticed that there wasn't any sound at all, The
cabin was still, no one was moving or talking.  I breathed a sigh of relief
and tried to compose myself, tried to go over what I had just seen.  All
thought of me having to piss had vanished, and I decided to wait until
morning to do it.

    I also noted that there was no way I could do so any time soo, as my
cock was still rock hard, and a wet spot had formed on my pajama bottoms
from the river of precum that had been oozing out non-stop since I first
saw Tad and Gerry rubbing their cocks together in the light of the stove.

(***End of Chapter 1.  More to come soon.  Feel free to e-mail me at:
mojoman118@yahoo.com)