The cabin (part 6)

Apologies for the late instalment, I had problems with my MacBook last week but it’s all good now! Two doses of the story (along with the usual images) this week! 

Nate climbed out of the hot tub, the rivers of warm water running through and off his body hair, his arse cheeks bouncing as his feet hit the decking. I followed suit and stood up, my cock pressed hard against my wet briefs, jutting out from my body.

“You gotta lose those”, Nate exclaimed, pointing at my underwear. I stepped onto the deck and slid the clingy briefs down my thighs, my dick springing free and slapping my belly, “Yes sir”, I joked, giving a half arsed salut. Nate doubled back towards me until we were face to face, he kissed me, gently this time and took a hard, from grip on my cock, he moved his lips towards my ears and whispered, “That’s better, now get inside”.

I followed Nate through the yard and towards the cabin, fixated on his wide hairy back and how his arse moved with every step, his cheeks and the tops of his thighs vibrated with every stride. The cabin was in utter darkness when we got inside, we had neglected to turn on any lights when we had headed to the tub in the mellow light of dusk. I reminded me of our previous debauchery in the shadows back at the pool house in Portugal. Nate flicked on the orange light, illuminating the living room in a hazy warmth. The dated decor of old times cabin combined with the lighting gave a vintage 70s feel that I was strangely down with.

“We can really see what we’re doing this time”, Nate smiled, as he took a stand in front of one of the mustard sofas, grabbing his dick and teasing his foreskin back and forth. Seeing him stood there in the light, trunk like hairy legs shoulder width apart, his broad body still glistening damp from the hot tub, cock in hand, was like 100 fantasies all rolled into one. My cock was so hard it started throbbing, facing the ceiling now. I started stocking in unison with Nate, staring at his thick piece pulsing in his hand. I couldn’t stand the anticipation any longer and took a step towards him.

 “Stay right there”, Nate demanded. I stood still.

“Turn around”, he added another instruction, I really liked where this was going and obliged.

“Put your hands on the fucking table”, he growled. I bent down towards the pine dining table behind me. “Like this?”, I asked, making sure my tone was as submissive as possible.

“Yup, there’s a good lad, now spread those cheeks and show Daddy that hole”, his tone changed, he was getting into the role, I flashed back in my mind to a dinner party we threw at the house years ago when we lived together, Ellie and some of my mates were explaining to Nate about the gay obsession with “Daddies” and “Dad’s” then spent the rest of the night calling him Daddy. In this moment, hands on the table, back arched for Nate calling himself “Daddy” drove me fucking wild. Keeping my left hand flat on the table, laid my chest against the table, took my right hand and pulled my cheek, exposing my own hairy pink hole.

“Just like this Daddy?”, I whimpered, fully playing up to the role he was begging me to play.

“FUCK. YES”, Nate muttered, taking a heavy breath between each word. I put my head own on the table, steadying myself, freeing both hands to really spread myself open for him. His footsteps thudded on the rug underneath us as he got closer. I listened closely and could feel he was directly behind me. A warm breath tickled my hole, making me involuntarily shudder in anticipation. I felt his big hands take a grip of my thighs right in the crease of my arse cheeks. Without any view but the wooden slats of the wall to the left of me, I could feel he was on his knees behind me, the thick wire bristles of his beard brushed up against my taint as he got ready to eat me out. I could feel it as his grip tightened that this was another thing on his curiosity bucket list. His breath got heavier, beating at my hole now. Nates beard pushed up against my arse as I felt his wet tongue dart around my hole, slowly at first, circling it before the pressure in Nate built up so strong that he grabbed my arse with both hands and pulled my body back onto his face, his tongue flicking deep inside me, I could feel my hole getting sloppy with spit. He was really going at it.

“Oh fuck, this tastes so good”, he moaned, his words humming inside me. I wondered which one of us was in charge now. I reached back and wrapped his curly hair in my hand, pushing his jaw deep into my arse, Nate took my queue and grabbed my hips, manoeuvring the weight of my body onto his face, getting as deep with his tongue as he could. I glanced down, moaning under my breath at the sight of his cock, pre-c*m leaking from the tip forming a sticky rope that traveled all the way down his veiny shaft and pooled in the hair on his heavy nuts, that now looked tight and ready to burst. Nate stopped suddenly, stood up and hurried over to the rug.

“Come here”, he said out loud, no worries about being caught or over heard as he moved the coffee table from the centre the rug, making a clearing of space. Nate sat on the rug hastily, his pecs and beer gut shaking as his body hit the floor, laying back he gestured for me to come over. “Get here and sit on this fucking beard”, he said, arms out to me. I stood directly over his face, staring down at his as he looked up at me, eager with his tongue out. I dropped to my knees, my thighs either side of his face, I sat back until my arse was smothering his face as he frantically licked and sucked my hole. His magnificent cock stood up in my eye line so I reached across and took it in my grip. My hand instantly sticky with

 the sheer amount of Pre-seed that soaked Nates girth. My body jolted as I rode his face, I leant forward and licked the tip of Nate’s cock, the sweet taste of Pre-C*m coating my tongue, I was desperate to get the whole of him in my throat but Nate’s grip on my thighs didn’t allow me to pivot that much so I gripped his cock at the base and began stroking in the same rhythm of his tongue on my hole.

Nates hand grabbed my wrist tight, freezing it in place. “Hold up, wait, wait ,wait”, He breathed hastily from underneath me.

“I’m gonna fucking blow if you keep doing that”, He whispered, head back on the rug, taking a quick break to regain his stamina.

“Oh? I thought you’d be too drunk to cum”, I laughed, throwing back to Portugal again.

Nate raised his eyebrows in explanation, both hands pointing to his cock, that still stood straight up and proud but dripping in so much pre-c*m it looked like he’d already shot a two day loud, “Well, clearly not tonight”.

“Well, you better not touch it again for a while, you made me a promise”, I said turning my body around so I was facing him.

“Did I now?”, Nate put his arms behind his head now, angling his face so he could see me. I slid off from on top of him and situated myself in between his legs. I took them both and pushed them back, his knees stopped at his chest, they were fucking heavy and thick with muscle. I looked down at his spread arse, every inch covered in hair, except for his light pink hole that was now in full view. “You did”, I teased as I slapped the head of my cock on his taint.

“Whew, ok”, Nate took a deep breath, “I really fucking want it, but Jesus Christ go slow”, He looked up at me nervously. I leant over to his face and kissed him deeply as he took my head in his hands, the kiss grew more passionate and I could taste my own hole on his beard. “Don’t worry I will be gentle”, I winked at him as I sat back up and put his legs over my shoulders.

“Is this the best way to take it?”, Nates naivety was weirdly endearing and equally as hot. “Well this way, I get to see your face as I slide my cock into your guts”, I smiled.

“Noted”, he smiled back