The Cabin part 4

The back door to the cabin slammed shut, whipping me back to reality, Nate stood in front of me with another beer.

“Are you ok?”, he asked, “you seemed a little zoned out just then”.

“Oh god yeah I’m fine, I’m just sat here wondering why it takes you so long to get a bloody beer!”, I joked, steering the conversation to something lighter. Nate let out a deep laugh and reclined back into the chair opposite, this time resting his left foot on his right knee. I opened my beer, tilted my head and managed to get a clearer view up his shorts, it was dark with no clear outline of anything except for dense curly black body hair.

“I was saying, remember the last time we were left alone pissed?”, He questioned again, laughing and possibly egging me on. I took a big swig of beer to give me time to contemplate my answer.

“Oh fuck! Yeah that was bad!”, I proclaimed, pretending to only just remember the scenario. “Bad!?”, his head jolted back, jokily offended.

“No, no, not bad, it was good, great even! I meant that what we d..”, I was scrambling now. A huge smile spread across Nate’s face before breaking out into laughter again.

“Calm down, I’m messing!!’, his eyes narrowed as if to patronise me. “I bet you’ve thought about it a couple of times, when you, you know..”, he clenched his big fist in front of his bulge and mimicked the international sign for wank. Even that turned me on.

“Get over yourself!”, I giggled, shaking my head. “Smart phones these days, the memory of Portugal can’t compare with Porn Hub”, I shrugged.

Nate’s eye widened and his eyebrows shot up sarcastically “OH WOW!, ok, ok”, he nodded in defeat and finished his beer. He was really getting through em considering he had only been here an hour or so! “Right, its past three now, time to switch to drink drinks”, he ordered, checking his phone and crushing his beer can in is hand. A drink drink is something we used to say when we all lived together, so not a beer or a wine, but spirits or cocktails.

“It’s five past three Nate, it’s not even happy hour!”, I smirked.

“But we are on vacation, and Ellie and Andy isn’t here to stop us! WIN!”, he exclaimed, throwing the crushed aluminium into the trash can outside the back door.

We made our way back into the kitchen and I headed over to one of the oak cupboards in search of glasses, Nate curiously opening all of the lower cabinet doors.

“Do you think they have a blender in this place?”, he asked, head popping up from behind the kitchen island.

 “Blender?”, I questioned, “what do we need a blender for?”.

He ran over to one of his bags that had been chucked on the sofa “we need a blender for...”, he prolonged, rummaging around before pulling out a huge bottle of tequila he had obviously purchased in duty free, “Margaritas!”.

“Nice!!”, I said in clear agreement, now also frantically searching for a blender. Finally, in what felt like a half an hour search, but was actually a slightly drunken five minutes, I pulled a retro blender from drawer and held it over my head like a trophy. Nate and I fumbled around the kitchen, cutting limes and salting the glasses.

“Shall we have these outside or stay in here?”, I asked him holding the two glasses in one hand and large pitcher of iced alcohol in the other.

“Outside! Its a shame to let this scenery go to waste and we got a good couple of hours of sunlight left”, Nate answered. “But wait, lemme run and chuck some jeans on, it’s gonna get cold soon”, he shouted back and me, jogging up the stairs.

I took the pitcher to the back of the garden and set them down in the sheltered outdoor bar come seating area next to the hot tub. Nate strutted out in a pair of light washed jeans that had replaced his green swim shorts, shirt still unbuttoned down to the top of his belly which seemed counter productive. I poured the drinks before he managed to make it to the far end of the garden to join me.

We spent the next hour completely obliterating that pitcher of margarita, talking and laughing until the sun started to set. The whole garden turned pink and orange with dappled autumn sunlight as Nate went to pour himself another drink from the empty pitcher.

“Oop, looks like we need more margs!”, he declared, standing up. “Stay there, I’ll get them”, he gestured with his hand for me to stay seated then headed back inside. I must have been sat alone to admire my surroundings for two minutes until his deep voice bellowed from the bottom of the garden getting closer, “Ok, so, bad news is we are out of limes”, he shouted before coming into view. “Good news is, we have shot glasses!”, he stood in front of me now, proud of his new drinking plan. I laughed and didn’t put up a fight.

Nate slammed the glasses down on the wooden table and hurried to twist the small red plastic sombrero lid from the tequila bottle, “Oh wait, we need salt and limes!”, I declared, raising from my seat to retrieve them.

“Nah, we can do it raw”, Nate smirked, handing me a rather large shot of alcohol. We cheered with a clink of the glasses and knocked them back. This already felt a lot stronger than the previous margaritas and burned going down my throat.

The evening was drawing to a close, some small twinkling string lights burst alive automatically as the sun disappeared behind the trees. Nate and I continued our intoxicated laughing and chatting over a now empty tequila bottle.

“What’s that noise?”, Nate questioned, slightly slurring.

 “What noise?! How pissed are you?”, I laughed back at him. He leant across the table raising his thick trunk of an arm and placed a finger on my lips, hushing me instantly.

“That, hear it? The whirring?”, he explained.

I burst into laughter, “That’s the bloody hot tub, its only been making that noise all fucking night Nate!”. Nates eyes lit up devilishly.

“HOT TUB!”, he egged me on, nodding his head with an open smile.

“Yeah I can see it now”, I sarcastically retorted “Two Brit tourists found dead from night in intoxicated hot tub”, I said in a news anchor impression, waving my palms across his face as to reveal a headline.

“Ah come on, this is the only chance we are gonna have to get in that thing and have some space to relax before the others get here!”, Nate stated already unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes drifted down to his abundant chest hair becoming more and more visible, and freeing his huge barrel chest.

“I need to run back and get my swim shorts on”, I surrendered to the hot tub idea. “Just go in with your underwear on!”, Nate shrugged, “ It’s not that different!

I thought about it for a moment and he was right, I undressed down to my briefs and chucked my clothes over the chair I was sat in. I stumbled over and uncovered the hot tub whilst I watched Nate clumsily wrestling with his socks. The fece behind lit up a bright blueish green with the light of the hot tub, my body covered in goosebumps with the reaction to the warm air. I lowered myself in and was immediately relieved with the warm bubbly water winning over the crisp night air. Nate unbuttoned his jeans, I could just about make him out, stood just outside of the blue light. As he got to the last button I peeked to see, what I thought was the top of his black boxer shorts, maybe they were the stained pair I had huffed in and stroked my cock too. He walked closer slowly, trying to figure out his entrance as his eyes adjusted to the light, as he approached my vision focused, he wasn’t wearing black boxers at all, he was completely naked. His soft heavy dick swung, bouncing off his thighs with each drunken step.

“Nate!”, I yelled in disbelief “you’re stark bollock naked!”

“Oh yeah”, Nate replied, looking down at his dick. “I forgot that I didn’t have underwear on when I changed into my jeans”, he laughed shaking his cock left to right in a playful, seamless dance. “Its just us, and don’t worry I don’t have crabs or anything”, he chuckled. Nate made his way around the hot tub and I watched his slap his leg with each climb of the ladder, he towered over to me as he reached the top and stepped in. I got full view of his low hanging hairy sack and a glimpse the right cleft of his arse as he made a wide left step down.

“Ahh shit, that’s the stuff”, he moaned as he sat opposite me, eyes closed as he took in the warm feeling the immersion. I shot him a look and giggled. He leant back against the side of tub, his arms spread back behind him showing off his hairy wet pits. His body hair

 resembled fur when it was wet, thick, black wet fur that formed perfect swirls across his chest and shoulders. He lowered his head and glared up at me, “You should have done this naked mate, it feels amazing”, he boasted.

“Well some prick told me to get in with just my pants on”, I smiled at him, one eyebrow raised. We both laughed.

“So it’s been exactly three years since Portugal”, Nate declared, “can you believe? Three Years!” His hairy hand out of the water with three fingers up.

“I know! It’s mental how quick that’s gone!”, I said unbothered, hiding my curiosity as to why he decided to mention now, naked and drunk in the hot tub. “Are you talking about THAT night?”, the curiosity had gotten the better of me and the alcohol in my system filled me with a little extra courage.

Nate let out a laugh, “I am indeed”, he grinned. “But do you know what I think about it?”. “What?”, I smiled, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Nate put his arms behind his head, flexing his biceps and leaning back. I could make out through the distorted water that his thighs spread across the seat of the tub as he opened his legs to get as comfortable as possible as he declared “I think it was really unfair and incredibly selfish of you”, he tried to sound serious.

“Selfish?’, my face twisted up, as I questioned him.

“Yup!”, Nate mute through the corner of his mouth, “You got to cum, remember?”, a smile broke out across his face. “You got to shoot your load, and I had to go to bed with blue balls”.

I chuckled in relief, “Ah, I do remember that!”, I nodded in fake sympathy. “I also remember you telling me that you were too drunk to cum”, I added, pointing at him.

“Well the way I see it”, Nates tone was smoother now, more direct. He released his hands from his head, put one in the water and took a grip of his length, “After three long years, we can finally put that right”.