Date: Sat, 10 May 2003 07:31:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Niftyguy <niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com> Subject: cabin weekend, chapter 8 Cabin Weekend, Chapter Eight Warning: the following stories contain graphic descriptions of consensual sex between adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, read no further. If you have any feedback, please drop me a line at niftyguy_30307@yahoo.com. Thanks to all the guys who have written. I enjoy hearing from readers. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Uncle Jim and I had completed the necessary work on the cabin by about noon the next day. Rather than try to scrape some lunch together out of the meager remaining provisions, we decided to pack our gear and hit the road. We could then just grab something to eat along the way. It was pretty close to 2:00 by the time we encountered the first real prospect, a small roadside diner tucked away in a grove of trees. I was a little concerned when I saw the lunch hours listed as 11:00 until 2:00, but we decided to throw ourselves on the mercy of the establishment. The place was completely empty, except for the young guy behind the counter. He didn't look thrilled to see us, and he promptly told us that the cook had already left. My uncle just smiled and asked whether maybe he could make us something simple to eat, even just a sandwich. Mark (that was his name, according to the tag on his shirt) thought for a minute and then told us that he could make us some sandwiches, and maybe some soup. That sounded like a good deal to us, so Jim and I slid into a booth while Mark went back into the kitchen to make our lunch. While we were waiting, Jim asked if I had noticed how Mark was looking at us through the kitchen pass-through. I had to confess that I had caught him looking our way, because I was not too secretly looking his way. He was probably in his early twenties, with short, wavy light brown hair and what looked to be some nice muscles under the baggy T-shirt and cargo pants he was wearing. More than once I made eye contact with him as his gray-green eyes glanced my way, but I think he was looking in Jim's direction just as often. I wondered what his red lips would look like around our dicks, but I didn't really expect to find out. Mark brought us our sandwiches and went to get the tomato soup and our Cokes. As I watched him walk back our way, I could intuitively sense the whole chain of events from the very first instant. Foot slips on greasy spot, catching on dragging pant hem, slightly losing balance, bobbling heavy tray full of soup bowls and drinks, and then all hell breaks loose with a crash. I got splashed, but Uncle Jim really bore the brunt of the catastrophe. He was splattered from head to toe in a Tide detergent seller's dream, a mixture of Coke and tomato soup. I think that all three of us were too stunned to say anything at first, but then I burst into gales of laughter. Mark, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to disappear, and he began to apologize profusely. My uncle wasn't truly mad, but at the same time he wasn't too happy. Uncle Jim claimed he didn't have any other clean clothes in the car, so he asked Mark where he could clean himself up to whatever degree was really possible. Our waiter pointed out the men's room, but he said that he felt so bad that he would be willing to throw Uncle Jim's clothes into the washer in the house behind the diner, where he also lived. He explained that the whole property belonged to his parents, who had moved into town and left him to run the restaurant and hold down the fort in the homestead. Jim didn't really think twice before accepting the offer, and we quickly left the restaurant, which Mark locked up. Back in the house, he took us to the laundry room off the kitchen. While I stood at the laundry sink and daubed the random splatters that had found me, Mark put some detergent in the machine and Jim skinned his shirt off, exposing his muscular, hairy chest. As he handed the shirt to Mark and started unzipping his pants, Jim said that he needed to warn us that he hadn't had any clean underwear that morning, so he was going commando, swinging free. If I was blown away (which I was), I can only imagine what this news did to Mark. It's not every day a complete stranger is in your laundry room, handing you his pants and standing there stark naked, semi-hard dick twitching from side to side. Our friendly waiter just stood there, mouth agape, before Jim told him to get the load (of laundry) going so we could move on to more important things. Mark complied pretty damn quickly, and we grabbed some beers from the kitchen and moved back to his bedroom. I think that my uncle enjoyed messing with this young guy's head. As we undressed Mark, Jim explained that we were an uncle-nephew team who were going to give him the fuck of a lifetime. When we were done with him, Jim said, Mark was going to be ruined for all other guys, because he would never get the same kind of fucking again. It wouldn't surprise me if this talk was a little intimidating to Mark, but it was certainly very exciting for him. When we pulled off his boxer shorts, a very hard, very slippery uncut cock bounced into view. This guy had clearly been leaking lots of precum for quite awhile, maybe from the moment we walked into the restaurant, and he groaned loudly as I used the slippery fluid to help me stroke his cock and play with his foreskin. As Jim and Mark hungrily kissed each other, I sank to my knees and began sucking their cocks. I fleetingly wondered what Mark would think about me sucking my own uncle's enormous prong, but I was frankly beyond caring. To be honest, Mark's cock was a helluva lot easier to handle, because it wasn't so damn big. It was a very hot piece of meat, though. The moist flesh that was normally hidden under his foreskin tasted like pure sex, just a hint of raunch. I used my hand to pull the skin back over his head, creating a deep pocket that I could probe with my tongue, sliding between the fleshy hood and the hard bulb that it protected. As I continued to suck Mark, though, Uncle Jim began to insistently thrust his monster in my direction, apparently needing some attention as well. The last thing I wanted to do was leave my uncle out, so I pulled off our horny host and confronted the veiny spike that I had gotten to know so well up at the cabin. I looked up at the two of them, still locked together, as I worked my way down Jim's shaft. The contrast between them was striking and very erotic. While my uncle had the hairier, beefier, more solid body of an older, more mature man, Mark was all smooth, sculpted, youthful muscles. My uncle was all experience, and Mark was all willingness. We probably could have gotten him to do just about anything that day. But we didn't want him to do just about anything. We very specifically wanted him to let us fuck him, and that was clearly what my uncle was going to orchestrate. Moving to the bed, Jim sat up at the head and pulled Mark's head into his crotch, so that our host could get a taste of what he would have to take up his butt a little later. I asked if he had any lube, and Mark motioned over to the nightstand. I opened the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, but I also found a large dildo and a couple of butt plugs in different sizes. This guy clearly craved getting something up his ass, and I could guarantee that he wasn't going to be disappointed by the tip that we were going to leave. In the meantime, I was able to use the different plugs to stretch him out and prepare him for my own thick prong, which in turn would be practice for my uncle's rigid prick. When I was satisfied that Mark was ready, I placed my fat, drooling head at the gateway to his chute. His hole was just beautiful, perfectly round, fringed by a few light brown hairs, and exquisitely tight. Poking through, I presented him with a difficult conundrum. He wanted to relax, to allow me in, but he also wanted to tighten up to create the delicious friction that he clearly craved. As I pushed in deeper, his anal muscles almost seemed to flutter, creating alternating pressure points on my hard dick, which was insistently stretching him open. Mark groaned deeply as I explored further, and I ran my hands across the smooth muscles of his buttocks and up his back, trying to send a calming message. All the while, I was just grooving on the incredible sensation of the hot, moist canal whose depths I was plumbing. I don't care who you are and what your experience has been, there is just nothing better than looking down and seeing your dick sticking out of a hot, tight ass. I knew that I was just the warm-up act, so I frankly didn't feel a lot of responsibility to get Mark off. In fact, it would probably be better if he didn't cum before my uncle took over. My whole goal was to squeeze out every ounce of pleasure that I could muster, and I must say that Mark was up for the task. I don't know if it was his excitement at the situation or just natural born talent, but his ass was squeezing my cock like a vise. On every stroke I had to will myself not to cum. I was just that close. The sensation of being on the verge of an orgasm was unbelievably exciting, because I knew that at any moment I could choose to just go for broke, really pump Mark's ass, and shoot a monster load. Eventually I made a key mistake, though. Watching Mark chow down on Jim's tool, I began to wonder what my uncle's thick cock would look like as it reamed out the ass I was fucking. The mental image of Mark's hole stretched tight by my uncle's thick shaft led to a momentary loss of concentration, and I knew the game was up. Still wanting to maximize the force of my orgasm, I began to long dick him at a furious pace, continuing even as the first contractions rippled through my body. As the intensity built, though, I drove in, burying myself to the hilt as I emptied my balls. I was spent, but my uncle was ready to take over. He positioned Mark on the edge of the bed, pushed his legs back, and plunged right in. Now, by this point Mark was quite warmed up and very well-lubed, but he still struggled a bit as the incredibly fat root of my uncle's cock pushed inside. I leaned down and put my mouth on his, partly to thank him for the incredibly hot fuck I had just had, and partly to distract him and calm him down. He hungrily opened up to me, in much the same way his ass was opening wide to my uncle's assault. Jim smiled and winked at me when I looked down at him. He was in total control, after having read the situation perfectly, and he was clearly savoring a very hot fuck. At this point I shifted my mouth down to Mark's tasty prick, which I began to suck while also watching my uncle's shaft pistoning into a tightly stretched ass. Wanting a closer look, I moved around behind Jim and squatted down so that I could see each stroke. Even though I had just gotten off, the sight of Mark's stretched sphincter clinging to my uncle's thick and shiny shaft as it thrust in and then pulled back out was enough to get me hard again. This poor guy wasn't going to be able to sit down for a week after this, but I'm sure that seemed like a small price to pay. In fact, Mark only seemed truly satisfied when the thickest part of Jim's root was firmly buried, and he kept reaching around my uncle's butt, trying to pull even more cock into his hungry hole. Sensing this need for maximum pressure, Uncle Jim responded by driving in as deep as he could, and then setting up a rapid-fire, staccato tempo of short strokes. I thought Mark was going to go crazy. He had probably never had so much meat stuffed into his guts, and he probably never would again. I moved around and once more took him into my mouth, encouraging him to go with all of the horny sensations that he was experiencing. His whole body seemed to go limp as he just gave in to the situation. Once he stopped fighting, it was only a matter of a very short period of time before his loud groans announced the arrival of his powerful orgasm. Jet after jet of hot sperm shot straight down my throat. Jim, meanwhile, was caught in a vise that essentially eliminated his ability to stroke any further, but the pulsing of Mark's anal muscles literally jerked the cum right out of my uncle's balls. We were all spent. Jim and I lay down on either side of Mark and took turns kissing him and lightly stroking his cock and the rest of his body. He seemed to enjoy all of the attention from his customers, and my uncle and I agreed that the lunch service had been truly extraordinary.