0 comments/ 13029 views/ 2 favorites Weekend at the Cabin Ch. 01 By: 1explorer "All right, it's rock, paper scissors to figure out the rooms." Mark, Alan and James are driving up the Crest Lodge in Western Colorado for a weekend of boarding, hot tubbing and a fair chance at some ski bunnies. This weekend away during the winter break of their senior year winter is a well-earned vacation heading into the final push before grad school. In addition to getting out onto the hills, this time together was really meant to be the last hurrah as far as boys' nights out without key exams hanging over their heads. The three had been friends since junior year when they all had pretty much the exact same schedules as they pursued their computer science degrees. They all knew that degree isn't sexy, until university is done and the six-figure programming jobs roll in, so Alan got the other two heading to the gym a few times a week. As workout buddies and study buddies, they had become good friends and seen one another through a lot of life over the past couple of years. Alan had been an athlete all through high school and that continued into university. He was a rower who trained vigorously whenever he wasn't studying, but he never seemed to be without a beautiful coed on his arm on every Saturday night. His 6-foot frame, piercing blue eyes and killer smile sealed the deal since everyone knew about his incredible arms and tight physique from watching him row. His generally unkept shaggy brown hair and apparently permanent tan were just kept enough to make people ask if he modelled, but between rowing and computers, he was pretty content without that extra work. Mark and James were scholars that Alan had helped get more physical. Computers came first for them both, but since Alan helped them focus on their health, they were definitely more popular with the fairer sex than many of their peers in their comp sci program. Mark was 6'2 and weighed in at about 185 pounds. He wasn't lanky, wasn't cut, but definitely fit. His hair was similar in style to Alan, but blond and usually hid under a ball cap. His thick-framed glasses contrasted his near-white skin and his clean-shaven face made him seem much less of a hipster than his hair, hat and non-baggy jeans would lead one to believe. James, on the other hand, was just over 5'11 and was still growing into his body, even at 21. He was much more slight than Alan, a touch more slight than Mark, and generally worked out just to be with his friends (though he couldn't deny the benefits). Even though he was shorter, he was much the average of the other two with near-blond hair, green eyes and a genuine smile that put people at ease. Only 10 minutes out from the lodge and the sleeping arrangements still hadn't been made. The guys were so excited about getting away when they booked that they were happy to rent the 2-bedroom family cabin and no one wanted to know whether they'd be stuck on the queen bed with his buddy while the other was in the smaller, likely less comfortable, twin bed down the hall. Alan was least inclined to bunk up with either of his buddies and he also knew he has a terrible record in rock, paper scissors, so he wanted to get this out of the way. "Okay, gents, rock paper scissors - first one out gets the twin bed and the 'winners' get the queen." "No way," James quickly countered. "You always lose at rock paper scissors. Why don't we just save the beds for whoever comes back with a lady and, if the third guy's back with one he's stuck with the floor and fireplace in the living room?" "Because you never bring one back, buddy!" joked Alan. "You make it so far into the friend zone that they're more likely to just sleep on the couch if you if they manage to make it home at all!" The arguments continued, but as they pulled into their cabin and Mark, ever the peacemaker, brought his Explorer to a stop and said "Ok, if there are ladies coming back to the cabin, it's queen, twin, floor in that order. If there aren't, it's up to our rock, paper, scissors and, as Alan pointed out, the easiest way to split us is that the 'loser' wins. If someone beats both others, it's his choice. Let it be known - if the winner chooses to bunk up in the queen, and chooses his partner, he'll never live down the rumours of a man crush!" Everyone laughed and they knew they'd all be playing for the twin. "One! Two! Three!" in unison. Alan a rock, both James and Mark with scissors. "I guess my bad luck with this game is done with, but I'm still taking the twin bed," smiled Alan. As the guys made their way into their cabin with their boards and gear, they got a good look at their lodgings. All in all, not too bad with a living room complete with couch and fireplace taking up half the downstairs and a fully-stocked kitchen the other half. The stairs between the two rooms led up to a short hall with a bathroom at the end, master bedroom on the right and smaller bedroom on the left. With their gear in their rooms and food stocked in the kitchen, they settled in for a beer in the living room just to reflect on the semester and, once again, try to figure out how Alan is able to balance women, sports and school the way he does. With the first round done and the fireplace now roaring, James volunteered to go reload. Taking three empty beer bottles into the kitchen, he rinsed them out carefully before putting them on the counter when he noticed, between the fridge and front door, a wooden highchair that he didn't recall seeing on the way in. "Why would someone bring a baby to a ski cabin?" he wondered as he grabbed three more lagers from the fridge. Sitting back down on the couch beside Mark, he handed out the beers and, without knowing why, said "We should make sure not to drink too much tonight if we're going to hit the slopes tomorrow morning." The other two stared at him and Alan was the first to respond, nearly laughing. "Thanks, mom! Definitely don't want to get too drunk and hungover off of two whole beers. Haha!" James's face dropped and he stared at the coffee table. He wasn't ever comfortable being laughed at, but in this case he was being laughed at for something he wasn't even sure he meant to say. Mark felt compelled to actually support James and said "Mark, he didn't say to stop after this one, but just that we shouldn't go too crazy tonight because the first tracks here are going to be awesome. You know, if you actually listened to James a bit more, you would probably find yourself in a better position to find a steady girlfriend instead of a new tramp every week - he really connects with people." "All right - while you two sip your beers, I'm going to have a shower before I have at least one more and then hit the sack. If you figure out how to loosen up a bit while I'm gone, that'd be great, too!" Alan downed his beer and made his way up the stairs behind his two friends. James was still looking down, wondering what had happened when he felt a hand on his back. Instead of the jovial slap he was used to sharing between his friends, Mark was gently rubbing across his back from one shoulder to the next. James smiled when he heard "Don't worry about him - you were just looking out for him and at some point he will grow out of his beer-drinking and carousing to be glad you were there for him." A hint of a smile crossed James's face as he looked over at his friend. "Thanks, Mark. I don't even know why I said we should take it easy, you know?" "No problem, buddy, everything is definitely fine." With that, Mark reached around and put his arm around his friend and pulled him in for a quick, one-armed hug before letting him go and heading to the kitchen to see about snacks. James, comforted by the brief contact, was even more confused than when he had first spoken after coming back from the beers - why did Mark's words and his touch put him at such ease? Upstairs, Alan was stripping down to have a shower. He wasn't exactly known as a narcissist, but taking a look at his own body in the mirror was something he enjoyed thoroughly - and why not? As he pulled his sweater up over his 8-pack abs and revealed his flat, chiseled pecs, he revelled in having less body fat than anyone else on the rowing team. As his sweater went over his head and down his arms, he flexed his left bicep and enjoyed the view for a moment as his right arm stripped him of his sweater. Undoing his pants and sliding them down along with his underwear followed a similar ritual with his ripped thighs and defined calves. He smiled at himself knowing that he couldn't be getting the ass he's getting from the ladies without that fine specimen of a cock - still flaccid, but wide, cut and dangling above a pair of large, well-hung balls, he could be ready on a second's notice to meet an expectant woman's needs and he knows it. Tearing himself away from the mirror, he looked at the bath tub and noticed there was no shower head. "What the hell," he muttered. "What a pain - what are we supposed to do after getting all sweaty on the slopes?" He then thought about the hot tub outside and decided that it would probably be all right in the end. but, for the first time since he was about 9, he drew himself a bath. He lifted the plug's lever to keep the water in, ran the hot water and climbed right in. There was something about effectively sitting on the floor, in a bathtub no less, that made him feel small. Although he felt a bit uncertain, he did not feel terribly uncomfortable. Looking around the tub, he saw a bar of soap, some shampoo and, lo and behold, a rubber ducky. He laughed in spite of himself, saying out loud, "Well, this is fun, isn't it?" At least if they couldn't offer a shower head, the owners of the cabin were at least offering up a chance to make the bath a bit of a joke, if not actually fun. As he grabbed the duck and threw it into the water for a laugh, it started to release a pink oily liquid into the tub. As the liquid spread to where the water was crashing into the bottom of the tub, bubbles began to form and, again, he couldn't help but laugh. The situation was downright silly. So he bounced the rubber ducky a few times in the water, released some more of the bubble bath and just let it fill up. As the water filled past his hips, the bubbles were up to his ribs and.... though he couldn't quite place the smell, it was decidedly flowery. It smelled very nice and, since he was worried about running out of bubble bath in the tub, he had no qualms about squeezing the duck in his strong hand. After a few squeezes and leaning forward to make sure the ducky released the liquid under the tap to generate the most bubbles, he realized the movement of the duck was fun in and of itself. Without squeezing and being content that there was enough bubble bath, he ran the duck along the top of the water, clearing its path through the bubbles as it went. Alan thought "If I was younger, this would definitely be an awful lot of fun." After a few minutes, he put the duck away and began to wash. Alan stood up in the tub, grabbed the soap and began to soap himself up. Covered in suds and bubbles, he reached down and collected some water in his cupped hands for the top of his head. Next up the shampoo - normally cabins and hotels provide the miniature bottles, but this one provided a full-sized container of baby shampoo. Already in his hands before he noticed, the bottle must have been left by a parent he thought. Rather than get out and search for the grown-up shampoo, Alan just went ahead and washed with what he had. As soon as his shampoo-lathered hand touched his hair, the ridiculousness of the situation dawned on him. Here he was, a twenty-one year old decorated athlete and pure ladies man, standing in a bathtub having just played with a rubber ducky, covered in floral bubbles and soap, washing his hair with baby shampoo. He surprised himself with a giggle as he washed his hair and then laid back down in the tub for a full submersion to rinse. As he let the water drain and stepped out of the tub, he grabbed one of the coloured towels provided by the lodge and dried himself off. Looking into the mirror once again, he was shocked to see that all of his body hair, apart from that on his head, was gone! Whether the bubbles or the soap, he didn't know, but his initial start was replaced by a calm acceptance. As the smell of the bubbles, now inside his towel, filled his nostrils, he became comfortable with his new look thinking that maybe more than just the swimmers can shave... Weekend at the Cabin Ch. 01 Hunter and Jeremy were siting at the kitchen table in the cottage having breakfast. They had arrived at the cottage yesterday to spend the long weekend and Jeremy had taken the opportunity to come out to his fellow jock. Things were a bit awkward between the two 18-year-olds, but they had always been good friends, maybe even best friends, and Hunter had been very supportive of Jeremy. The two boys were eating quietly at the breakfast table, still in a sort of awkward shock form last night's coming out. "You know" Hunter said breaking the silence "If you're curious... I guess we could always like... fool around or something I guess..." he said hoping to make his friend more comfortable. Jeremy looked up from his plate. "Really?" he asked. "Yeah." Hunter said "I mean I'm open to try stuff I guess." "Umm... When?" Jeremy asked. "I don't know. When ever I guess. We're leaving tomorrow." Hunter answered. "After breakfast?" Jeremy asked enthusiastically. "Umm.. Sure. I guess..." Hunter answered. Jeremy ate the rest of his breakfast, trying to be fast, but so fast it was obvious, although Hunter did notice it. He finished fairly quickly and brought his empty plate into the kitchen and left it in the sink and came to sit back down with Hunter. Hunter took his time finishing his breakfast. When he had finished, Jeremy took his plate away. Hunter got up, and the two boys walked through the tiny cabin to Jeremy's bedroom which had a double bed surmounted by a single bed making a homemade bunk bed in which Hunter had slept last night. Jeremy stood in the center of the floor and looked at Hunter who was only wearing skin tight boxer-briefs. "Close the door." Jeremy said nervously. Hunter closed it behind him and looked back to his friend. He was nervous but didn't want to let it show. "Now..." Jeremy began "Um... Get naked." he said. Even though they were great friends, and both jocks, Hunter and Jeremy had never seen each other naked, as they were on different sports teams, Jeremy being a swimmer, and Hunter a wrestler. Obeying Jeremy's order, Hunter pulled down his pajama pants, revealing his naked body. Hunter had strong, hard abs, defines biceps and pecs, which were big, and a muscular defined V leading down to his trimmed pubic area and four inch soft penis. "Okay. Me." Jeremy said taking off his pajamas. He put them aside, naked in front of Hunter. He was a muscular guy with pecs that weren't as big as his beefy friend's, nice muscled arms, powerful legs of coarse, but a fairly flat stomach that only hinted of abs on the sides, even though when he turned slightly the full washboard glory of his abdomen was revealed, and a longer, more elongated V leading to his hairy pubis which grew uncontrolled and matted after what must have been a distant trim. "Okay..." Jeremy said unsure of himself "Sit on the bed." he told Hunter, who sat on the bed with his legs spread, letting his soft penis hang fully visible. Jeremy came up to Hunter and knelt down in front of him. He put his fingers on Hunter's cock and felt it. He squished it a bit, pulled on skin and finally wrapped his hand around the soft shaft. Hunter didn't say anything, simply letting Jeremy explore his body. "I'm gonna jack you off." Jeremy said, beginning to pul his hand up down Hunter's chunky, but not thick, penis. In not too long Hunter's cock had hardened, showing a nice 8 inch long penis with a perfect head and beige fleshy, clean shaven scrotum that held hefty testicles. "Oh... Oh god." Jeremy said seeing the hard member. "Um..." he said not knowing if he should let his urges take full control. Finally he did. "Can I blow you..." he asked "Uh, yeah." Hunter said, and Jeremy lowered his head and put his lips around Hunter's penis. Hunter let out a small groan as he felt pleasure rush through him. He didn't really want to admit it, but it did feel nice to get a blowjob, even from a man. Jeremy kept sucking on Hunter's cock for a while, feeling what it was like to have a penis in his mouth. Hunter was leaning back against the wall with his arms limp to his side and his eyes closed as his fellow 18-year-old pleasured him. Jeremy was a nooby with no experience, but he was putting effort into giving suction and using his tongue, which felt fantastic on the head of Hunter's penis. Jeremy put his hands on Hunter's hefty, manly hips and felt his muscular V as he moved his tongue around his friend's cock. He hadn't ever let himself indulge in the pure erotism of the male body and he wanted more. Jeremy lifted his head and pulled his lips away from Hunter's hard, wet penis and looked up at his beefy friend. Jeremy moved up, sliding his hands across Hunter's stomach up to his massive pecs, moaning his pleasure at feeling Hunter's body. "What are doing?" Hunter asked opening his eyes to look down at Jeremy who was almost at kissing range. "Ahhh... Just, you know... feeling you..." Jeremy answered "Are you... not okay with it?" "No, no! It's fine... It's just... my dick... I mean... It felt, well... No, never mind." Hunter said. Jeremy slid back down a bit, then all the way back to where he was and looked at Hunter's stiff cock pointing up at him, still wet with his saliva. Jeremy gave Hunter a quick look, then lowered his head again and kept sucking the jock's penis. Hunter gave a moan as his head fell back against the wall. "Yeah... That feel good." he said. Jeremy gave Hunter a blowjob for the next while, but soon Hunter started to make more noises, as if his climax would come. But It didn't quite yet, and Jeremy kept on sucking Hunter's cock. He pulled his head up, his lips trailing behind as he sucked the air out of his mouth and left a film of saliva on Hunter's vascular member. The he lowered his mouth pulling in Hunter's flesh all the way to the back of his mouth, almost deep-throating, because he couldn't fit all of Hunter's 8 inch cock in his mouth. "Oh! I'm gonna cum." Hunter said as his whole body tensed "I'm gonna cum!" Jeremy lifted his sore jaw from Hunter's penis and wrapped his hand around it to jack him off to finish the job. "Ah! Ah! Aaaaahhhh!" hunter said feeling his climax arrive. Jeremy looked intensely at Hunter's penis as he neared orgasm. Hunter's penis stiffened as he began to yell. It throbbed and spat out a jet of sperm that flew onto Hunter's stomach "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Hunter yelled tensing his body. His penis spat out a few more, less powerful jets of sperm before only pushing out a slow, steady flow of cum. Hunter let his body relax and all his limbs softened. "Ahhh...." he said breathing out heavily. Jeremy got up and sat on the bed beside Hunter. "That was good." he told Hunter. "Yeah..." Hunter said a bit coldly. "Thanks for letting me... You know... explore you..." Jeremy said. "No worries, any time." Hunter said casually. Weekend at the Cabin Ch. 02 Downstairs, Mark and James had gotten to speaking about grad schools. The two had applied at most of the same schools, but the level of competition left them almost entirely assured to not be going to the same one and the same would probably be true for Alan as well. That said, with Palo Alto or someplace else in California being the long-term target, and several key grad schools being out that way, it's not unlikely that they end up at least in close enough proximity to get together from time to time. While they weren't surprised to see Alan come back downstairs about 30 minutes after he went upstairs, they couldn't believe what he came down wearing. While they were taking double takes, Alan walked over to the fridge and asked whether they had brought some milk because he was feeling like a glass before bed. Mark was the first to find his voice: "Hey, huh.... Alan.... what are you wearing?" "Oh! This is what I always wear to bed!" he said enthusiastically as he looked down at his attire. He was actually wearing a one-piece cotton... teddy, for lack of a better word. If it wasn't one piece, it would look like some sort of sweat shorts and a wife beater. It was white except for a light red trim along the edges at the shoulders and neck as well as each cuff of the shorts. "Oh! You know, you guys are right? I normally have a little belt tied around just to tighten it up in case I want to show off my abs through the fabric. I know you've never seen this before, but just be thankful I save the silk one for special occasions. The material can... well... it gets me going if you know what I mean. Hmm - I guess we didn't bring any milk. Oh well, I'm off to bed! Night! Tomorrow, we will rock those slopes!" With that, he started back up the stairs. "Wait!" yelled Mark. "Alan, did you *shave*?" "Good niiiiiiiiight!" they heard come down from upstairs. "What on earth was that?" Mark asked rhetorically. James, still in a state of shock, didn't know what to say. "James, hey, you don't think his behaviour has anything to do with you, do you? Suggesting someone takes it easy on the booze doesn't make him shave all his body hair, put on one-piece nightwear and change his drink from beer to milk - well, it shouldn't?" "He was right - I was mothering him. It's all a bit strange. Look, I just want to go to bed - do you mind, Mark?" Not surprised that James would just want to shut it down for the night given his stress over Alan, Mark said he'd tidy up downstairs before meeting his friend in their room. Bypassing the shower, James went straight to the room. Directly across from the door was a double-paned glass window overlooking the front drive and, below the window, the bed, which was little more than a mattress on an average queen bed frame. A small closet on the left and dresser with a vanity on the right. Stripping off his sweater, James sat at the vanity for a moment and just looked into the mirror. As though looking at himself for an answer, he whispered "Why am I so sensitive today?" Looking into his own eyes, almost expecting an answer, he thought he saw crow's feet starting to form around his eyes for the first time. Moving his hands to his face he began to stretch his skin and inspect for lines, moving from one angle to the next before deciding it would be all right. Taking off his pants and socks James crawled into bed with just his boxers, laying away from the centre of the bed and closing his eyes. When he woke it was still dark and he felt he'd barely slept at all. Everything seemed fuzzy, but as he regained his surroundings and recognized the cabin, he settled back into the bed. Before drifting back into his slumber, he felt a hand on his shoulder as his bedmate whispered "James, dude, are you okay? You're so tense it's hard for me to sleep over here." At the mention of tension, Mark tightened his grip on James's shoulder and gently rubbed his thumb into the muscle below his friends shoulder blade. Despite the foreign touch that he had never considered the possibility of before that moment, James exhaled deeply with obvious physical contentment. As Mark's thumb worked deeper into his shoulder and the tips of his fingers massaged his shoulder near the base of his neck. It was the magic that Mark's fingers worked that drew the first sounds from James's mouth. "Mmmm... feels.. so... good." "You really need this, buddy," Mark whispered. "If nothing else, let me work some of that tension out so I don't have to try to sleep through it filling the room." In agreement, James simply rolled onto his stomach and gave his friend full access to his back. Sitting up, Mark began kneading both of James's shoulders with full leverage. The light from the window shone down on the bed and illuminated James's back in a way that made Mark take notice of his friend's definition and muscles. Seeing the muscles defined only encouraged him in work out the kinks. Sliding his thumbs from James's spine to the outside of his shoulder, Mark noticed two things: the first being that he had gone to bed naked and the second being that he was slowly getting hard the more he touched James's body. Although he was initially surprised by these things, it made sense that he would go to bed naked like he always did and that massaging a well-defined body would make him excited. Emboldened by his lack of discomfort, he slid closer to his friend letting his elbows rest on James's back. Leaning down to James's ear he whispered "I love your back in the moonlight." With those words, he let his now fully erect cock brush up against James's boxers as he sat back up to continue his massage. For his part, James was putty in Mark's hands and moaned softly as James's cock brushed his hip. For leverage, so he told himself to keep up some appearance of just giving a massage, Mark decided to straddle James at the hips in order to really work his back. Breaking contact to climb up, James turned his head and looked at him for the first time since they had touched that night in bed and said "No, Mark..." For a brief moment, Mark felt ashamed for taking advantage of his friend, thinking with his hard cock rather than just his desire for a relieved friend and good night's sleep. While thinking about how to explain himself, James simply lifted his mid-section off the bed and slid his boxers down and kicked them off to someplace under the blankets. "Okay." Gone along with his boxers was any pretence about this being just a massage. Mark only paused a moment as he looked at James, now naked from head to toe. His arms, a reasonably well-sculpted ass and tight legs. If Mark had any doubts about his cock being fully erect, they were put to rest right at that moment. He climbed on top of James, resting all 7 inches of his cock in the crack of James's ass and leaned forward to keep the massage going. At the first touch, James let out a soft moan and gently lifted his pelvis to cuddle Mark's cock. "Mark," James stuttered, the ecstasy clear in his voice. "Come down here for a sec." Mark complied, laying flat against his friend's body and sliding his hands down James's arms, resting his pecs on his shoulders and sandwiching his cock between their bodies. "What is it? Is this okay?" "This is so amazing - your hands are so strong and have me so relaxed. Are you enjoying... touching me this way?" Mark looked down at James, his mouth right beside his ear, decided to show him how he enjoyed touching him this way. "I..." pausing to kiss James's earlobe. "Love...." this time licking the length of James's ear. "Touching you," and proceeded to lay kisses down James's neck below his ear. This drove James wild, but he had nowhere to move except to rub against Mark. Massaging Mark's cock with his ass and grinding against his body made Mark moan in his ear. Seeing that he could pleasure his friend, James lifted, trying to signal that he wanted to change positions and, in so doing, rolled over and came face to face with Mark. They looked at one another for a moment and as each felt their cocks brush one another, they smiled and kissed for the first time. What seemed unimaginable only a few hours before was now the top priority as Mark pushed his tongue into his slighter friend's mouth - brushing his teeth and wrestling his tongue. On his elbows, Mark began to rub James's chest and massage his pecs, much more sensitive and softer than he ever would have imagined. They were more sensitive than James imagined, too, as he exhaled a moan into Mark's probing mouth. Mark worked his right hand lower, massaging his friend's breast with his left. He caressed James's ribs and abs as he moved lower until he reached his throbbing-hard cock. Rather than wrap his hand around, he rubbed the underside as it lay flat. While it was most obviously a cock, Mark treated it like a long clit, making sure to apply pressure along its length, moving his thumb side to side at each stroke. James was in absolute heaven - he'd never had anyone handle his meat in such a way. With each of Mark's strokes, he felt more and more aroused - he shared this with Mark by thrashing his hips uncontrollably and playing with Mark's tongue or nibbling his ear or whatever piece of Mark he could get in his mouth. Within minutes, or after an eternity, James shrieked in Mark's ear that he was coming and chomped on Mark's neck as his cock sprayed warm cum all over his abdomen and his friend's hand. Mark was pleased with himself - he'd never made someone come so hard simply by rubbing a clit. He kissed James again and gently rubbed the organ he so skillfully handled for the past few moments as it shrank back down to its normal size. As it shrank, he moved his hand lower, between James's balls and down to her soaking wet pussy. As he began to finger Jane's pussy, she looked up at Mark pleading, wanting Mark to plunge his cock deep inside her so he could get off as well (and hopefully get herself one more time as well), they heard the noise: a gentle crying from the next room. Jane looked at Mark with puppy dog eyes and asked aloud why their lovely daughter needed to be fed at the most inopportune times... Weekend at the Cabin Ch. 02 The next day, Jeremy and Hunter had an awkward breakfast, but then went on as if the previous day's explorations had never happened. The two 18-year-olds spent the day outside, swimming, canoeing and generally enjoying the outdoors. Then, as the boys were having supper outside around a small campfire int he sunset Jeremy brought up the exploration. "You know how you let me... explore your umm body yesterday?" Jeremy asked. Hunter took a bite of his hotdog "Hmm. Yeah..." he said, swallowing "About that. Listen, Jeremy. I'm all for you being gay and all... But you can't go telling people you sucked my cock or anything okay." Jeremy nodded a bit shamefully. "No, no! I would never." Jeremy said, taking the last bite of his hotdog. There was a short silence caused by Jeremy abandoning his effort to talk about the day before. Hunter finished his hotdog, then grabbed an other from the tray between him and Jeremy on the log bench they were sitting on. "What were you saying? About you know... Yesterday." Hunter asked. "Nothing." Jeremy replied. "No, tell me!" Hunter insisted "It sounded like you wanted to say something." "Well..." Jeremy said shyly "I was just wondering if... if maybe I could um 'explore' again some time." "Oh..." Hunter said realizing he should have seen the question coming "I dunno..." "Oh. Okay, okay." Jeremy said with obvious disappointment. Hunter felt bad hearing his friend so disappointed. He felt like being gay was probably really isolating, and he felt included by yesterday's 'explorations'. "Well... I dunno." Hunter said "I guess." Jeremy looked up at Hunter. "Really?" he asked happily but skeptically. "Yeah. I mean, I guess." Hunter said. The boys finished their supper around the time the sky was dark. They stayed outside for a long time, just talking, until their week fire burned out. So they went inside and got ready to go to bed. As Hunter was climbing up the bunk bed ladder to go to bed Jeremy stopped him. "Hum, Hunter?" he asked "Yeah?" Hunter answered, turning his head to look down at his friend. Jeremy gave a good look at Hunter's muscular back and perfect ass that showed in the skin tight boxer-briefs he was wearing as pajamas. "Umm..." Jeremy said "Do you wanna, maybe... Fool around a bit?" "Now?" Hunter asked in a neutral voice. "Uh, yeah." Jeremy said with a small pause after "I mean, like, well... If you want I mean." "Um, I guess. Sure." Hunter said stepping down a step. Hunter came down from the ladder and swept his hand over his stomach. "So... Um, what are we doing?" he asked. "Can I see you naked?" Jeremy asked, trying to work up slowly to his goal. "Okay." Hunter said as he reached for the waist band of his underwear. He pulled his down, revealing his trimmed pubic hair then, the base of his perfect penis. Finally Hunter pulled them off completely and lifted one leg and stepped out of the boxer-briefs, shacking his sack, which made Jeremy quiver. Hunter kicked the underwear aside and looked at Jeremy. Jeremy was stiff with desire as he looked upon Hunter's body. He didn't normally allow himself to want someone so bad in the locker rooms to avoid erections and such. But now, knowing he had a willing, and such an attractive partner, Jeremy's whole body seemed paralyzed by desire. And right then, Jeremy's penis hardened, making a noticeable bulge in his loose pajama pants. Jeremy bit his lower lip as he gazed enviously on Hunter body. It was perfect with it's beefy structure; broad shoulders, sleek, defines abs, big biceps, nice legs, square pecs that were bulky and erotic, a big strong neck, a handsome, all-american face with clear blue eyes, and of coarse Hunter's soft, but perfect, vascular penis. It was about four inches soft, circumcised with a perfectly rounded head that taped to a slight point, a smooth, pale sack that held an imposing pair of testicles that stretched the sac down creating a sexy sort of draping from the base of Hunter's cock, which emerged from a perfectly kept trim pubis and happy trail that lead to his navel. "Oh my god." Jeremy said "What's wrong." Hunter asked a bit nervous. "Nothing, nothing." Jeremy replied "You're just so hot." "Oh... Um, thanks." Hunter said. "Can you... blow me?" Jeremy asked. "Well... I don't know Jeremy." Hunter said as Jeremy bit down on his lower lip "I don't think so... What if... just jacking off." "Anything..." Jeremy said meekly, happy to get Hunter to touch him. Hunter stepped forward and came up to Jeremy "Okay." he said as he brought his hands forward and pulled down on Jeremy's waist band. The pajama pants forced Jeremy's cock down as Hunter pull them down. But he did it quickly and Jeremy' penis sprung back up with it's 45 degree angle and its pale head. Jeremy stepped out of the pajama pants and pushed them back a bit. Hunter looked down at the aggressively hard penis and its upwards curve. He reached down and wrapped his hand around it. Jeremy's penis was fairly big too. It wasn't as thick as Hunter's but it was just as long, maybe even a bit longer, it had a curve in it near the base that made it stand up at a 45 degree angle. Jeremy's sack was loose and incredibly low from the summer heat, his cabin didn't have air conditioning, it hung about five inches low, stretched as if the heat was pulling it down. Jeremy had curly, matted unkept pubic hair that was thick near the base of his shaft and thinned out as it spread onto his ball sack and up towards his stomach where it totally disappeared at the end of his pubis. Hunter gave a squeeze to Jeremy's penis. It felt a bit squishy around the hard inner core. Then Hunter let go and put his hand on Jeremy's balls. "Ohhh..." Jeremy breather heavily "Wait." he said "Can you um... Do you think you can fuck me?" Jeremy asked nervously. Hunter was still holding Jeremy's sack. "Um... You want me to fuck you. Like 'put my dick in your ass' fuck you?" Hunter asked. "Yeah." Jeremy said breathing in. "Uuuhhhhh..." Hunter said letting go of Jeremy's scrotum. He simply looked at his naked friend, unsure of what to answer. He saw Jeremy bite his lower lip, which he only did when he was very nervous or worried about failing something. "Umm..." Hunter said trying to figure out what to do. "Uh... okay..." Hunter said with a slight hint of disappointment that Jeremy didn't catch. "Okay." Jeremy said as he got on the bed. He got on his back and spread his legs so that Hunter could get between them. Hunter got on the bed, between Jeremy's legs. Hunter looked over his best friend, naked and horny, waiting to be fucked. He couldn't believe it, even though he was going to be the one to fuck him. Hunter stood there on his knees above Jeremy for a while, just looking. He was starting to have second thoughts, but Hunter shook his head and step up to Jeremy. "Okay." Hunter said awkwardly "Do you have like a pillow or something to go under your ass?"he asked. "Yeah." Jeremy said taking one of the pillows on his bed and handing it to Hunter who place it underneath Jeremy's ass when he lifted it up. Jeremy put his but back down on the pillow, which kept it at a good hight for Hunter to fuck. Hunter took his semi-hard cock in hand and jacked it off until it got hard. Then he got closer to Jeremy and held Jeremy's legs up so he maneuver his penis to Jeremy's hole. Jeremy put a hand out and held Hunter's penis, guiding it to his ass hole. Hunter blushed as he felt the head of his penis touch Jeremy's anus. "Do it." Jeremy said, waiting for Hunter to push his cock in. Hunter breathed in deeply then pushed his hips toward Jeremy and his penis went onto Jeremy's ass hole. It was a bit tough, Hunter felt the head of his penis squish up a little as he pushed. So he pushed harder, which hurt him a little, as well as Jeremy it seemed, but his effort payed off and soon his cock pierced and the head of his penis went into Jeremy's ass. Jeremy groaned and moaned, red faced and tense. Hunter stopped pushing. "Do you want to stop?" he asked his friend who looked as though he was in pain. "No!" Jeremy said "Keep going." So Hunter put a hand on Jeremy's legs and pushed his penis further into Jeremy's colon. He kept pushing, until finally he was all the way in. Jeremy breathed out in relief. Hunter could feel how tight Jeremy's anus was around the base of his penis. "Keep going." Jeremy said. Hunter listened and pulled back, then pushed his cock back in, making Jeremy moan. "Don't stop." Jeremy urged on. Hunter started going a bit faster, and he felt the pressure on his cock lessen a bit as he thrusted his hips, loosening Jeremy's anus. Jeremy was still red faced and didn't look to be enjoying the experience. But then he breathed out, and Hunter felt the pressure go down dramatically around his cock, and Jeremy seemed much more comfortable. Hunter was still going fairly slow, but with the release in pressure from Jeremy squeezing his anus, Hunter started thrusting his hips a bit faster. Jeremy started moaning again, but out of pleasure this time. He put a hand out on Hunter's beefy stomach, feeling it, rubbing and squeezing it. "Oohhh..." Jeremy said, almost relaxing "You're my first." Hunter didn't know what to say, so he just kept fucking Jeremy. Jeremy didn't seem to mind, he just moaned and tilted his head back and pushed against the wall with an arm, as if he was trying to make himself sexy for Hunter. Hunter thrusted his hips with indifference. It did feel good, but he didn't really want to give any indication of it, or seem overly gay, even if he was fucking a guy. So he simply thrusted hips, pushing his cock in and out of Jeremy, with slight resistance, but no real response. Jeremy on the other hand seemed to feel it very much, moaning continuously. "Aaawww... You're gonna make me cum." Jeremy said, as Hunter's cock hit his prostate, stimulating it with every gentle hit. "Aw! Go harder Hunter." Hunter put his other hand on Jeremy's other thigh and started fucking the 18-year-old harder. "Oh yes." Jeremy said then moaned. Hunter kept fucking Jeremy like he was and soon he was feeling the effects too. But before he could concentrate on himself, Jeremy started moaning loud. "Awwwwaaw!" I'm gonna cum!" Jeremy said "Quick, fuck me harder!" Hunter did, he sped up his thrust and now made a slapping sound every time his pelvis hit Jeremy's ass. Then, Jeremy yelled out as his penis throbbed and shook before spitting out a few jets of cum that flew onto his stomach. Hunter slowed down as he saw Jeremy ejaculate "No, don't stop." Jeremy said sounding out of breath. So Hunter kept on going, thrusting his hips against Jeremy with a slap, shaking Jeremy's body with every hit. Jeremy was still moaning gently as he had Hunter fuck him. Jeremy put his hand back on Hunter's hard abs, feeling them stress and release as he pounded his pelvis against Jeremy. Now Hunter was feeling some pleasure. He made a frown to try and cast the feeling away, but he couldn't help it. He could feel an orgasm coming in the distance. Hunter moaned a bit, still fucking Jeremy. "Are you going to cum?" Jeremy asked "Fuck me until you do..." he said. Hunter gave a soft moan, biting his lips as he kept fucking his friend. He moaned again, feeling the orgasm coming even more. Hunter leaned down and put a hand on Jeremy's shoulder and used it to help him pound harder. Jeremy gave a slight "ah" of shock as Hunter really began to fuck him hard. All of Hunter's muscles tensed and twanged as he pounded almost furiously. He was moaning continuously now and breathing heavily. "Aaaahhhh" Hunter said as he fucked Jeremy, nearing his climax. Then Hunter felt his cock stiffen and a wave of relief swept through his body. "AH! Aaaaaaahhhhh aaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!" He groaned loudly as he felt himself cum inside Jeremy, unable to pull out earlier. "Aaaahhhhh haaaaaaaaaa!" Hunter groaned as his muscled tensed more. Then his whole body loosed and he gave a final animalistic groan before falling over beside Jeremy with one of his legs over Jeremy's and his body lazily splayed on the bed, intertwining with Jeremy's. Hunter was panting and out of breath when he fell beside Jeremy, his muscular body sweaty and gleaming. "Haaaaaaaaaaaaa...." Hunter let out in a final relief as Jeremy put his head against Hunter's beefy pectoral and a hand on his stomach. Hunter didn't resist, he was too exhausted, and soon he'd fallen asleep.